Updates suck

So I finally gave in to the browbeating of Xanga to try the "New-and-Improved" personal page.  I couldn't figure out for the life of me how to post a new blog entry.  So I left and returned to the safe and comfortable homepage I know and love... never to return again to the unknown.

So the Ossipee Library is where it's at... "it" being internet access.  I discovered, much to my delight, that one can reach the library within about five minutes by walking down the train tracks that run past my house.  Mayhaps I'll actually be able to blog more.  Not likely, but it's a possibility.  I am a little annoyed because I specifically requested computer #10 so I would be back in my own little corner, undisturbed by others.  However, no sooner do I sit down and start logging onto various email and blog accounts than two people sit down at the computers to my left.  The closest one being a rather dirty and hairy old man, who smells like he hasn't showered since the Reagan administration and has probably just finished smoking about five cartons of Lucky Strikes.  And he's coughing in that really disgusting smoker's way.  You know the kind: full of phelgm and so intense you suspect the late stages of TB.  Oh, and he's coughing into his hands.  The hands that are at this very moment manipulating the keyboard and mouse... at the public library!  I'm gonna start carrying Clorox Wipes with me, I think.

Normally I'm not such a germophobe, but it's interesting what pregnancy will do to you.  Having such a direct responsibility for another human life can really make you more paranoid about what you're exposed to than usual.  I'm not saying I'm turning into the illegitemate offspring of Martha Stewart and Danny Tanner.  I'm just a little more careful now that whatever affects me also affects my baby.  I used to eat things that had been dropped as long as you couldn't see anything ("You can't give that to him, Terry!  It's got things on it!" "That's all right, Mrs. Fawlty.  What the eye don't see, the chef gets away with.") and if it fit under the Ten Second Rule.  Now I give it to the cat or throw it away.

On a totally random pregnancy note, you know how you hear about weird cravings and all that?  Well, I haven't had any of those I-MUST-have-and-I'm-sending-hubby-out-at-3am-to-get-some-NOW cravings, but for some reason, Coca-Cola tastes soooo good!  I don't know why, but the flavor is like sweet nectar of the gods... *sigh* but I'm being good and not drinking lots of it.  Dang, but it's good!  Mmmmmm...

Okay, well, I've gotta get going.  Starting to feel hungry (like I always do, nowadays), my back's hurting* from the stupid cheap office chairs supplied by the library, and the coughing guy is really starting to make me feel gross.  I really need to go wash my hands now.  Ewwww!