Pistachio Shells and Flaking Pages.

I ate three pistachios for breakfast (15).  For some reason I always liked discarding the empty shells, they remind me of what I aspire to...so light, so empty, thin and smooth.  Almond shells are so awkward and rough; there is just too much there, too many layers, too thick.  Pistachio shells are perfect.

I'll add more to this post later today.  For now I must return to work.
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I'm so glad that I was able to plan this date to Panera with my friend; I had fun with her, but it was also a successful escape.  Today at work there was a panini potluck...sandwiches of large thick slabs of carbs smothered in butter so that the sides brown nicely, stacks of cheese and chunks of animal sliding out the sides in a gooey, greasey mess (350, and that is if I just put a single slice of cheese on two of the smalles pieces of bread, no butter, no meat)--potato slices cooked in nothing but fat (160)--then dessert: cupcakes topped with a sugary paste topped with more sugar (325), and pieces of candy (10-65), and apple-flavoured sugar water (120).

I ate at panera and consumed 110 calories, for a total today of 125.

Everyone at my work does nothing but eat.  There are candy containers all over...a huge plastic tub of redvines sit at my desk...that other people will eat and I will chew and spit out when serious cravings hit.

I work in a library.  I love the job, absolutely.  I am surrounded by books and stories all through the day.  And they keep me in the back; I mend books mostly: take up their tattered, forlorn looking bodies and re-glue what was once glued, and tape together what was once whole, and re-bind what was once gleaming and new.  If it cannot be fixed, it must be thrown away...but I keep most of them.  Dubliners by James Joyce and Sir Nigel, by Sir Arthur Connan Doyle are my latest aquisitions.  They litter the ground with frail flakes of the pages when you pick them up.
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Tonight I shall be out and about again.  I'm not sure when I will eat, or what, but I probably should have something so my stomach doesn't make a sound when I go over to my boyfriend's.  I might make a small pot of veggitable soup (50).  That should be enough for the day.