Jul. 3rd, 2007

My day so far:

Woken up by beasts at 4am. Yes, 4 fucking am for breakfast.
Wake up for real around 8:30.
Wonder why my throat hurts so much.
Watch Maynard work terribly hard to puke, only to then immediately continue licking it back up. (Um, gross.)
Take shower. Melt. (This silly apartment gets dreadfully warm.)
Go to put capri pants on and . . . they don't fucking fit. I have no idea what I weigh at the moment (scales are evil and not allowed in my place of residence - I frequently feel as if I dangerously hug the line that would spill me back over into eating disorder territory, so I don't think I mentally capable of coping with knowing how much I weigh every single day), but that was all the evidence I needed. They're a few years old and I damn well know I wore them last summer. *sigh*
Found a newer pair that fits. Tried to avoid depression.
Put on top from last summer. It fits well enough, but it illustrated to me another place where I've gained pounds - my fucking chest.
Chiropractor at 11. (Every time I'm there, I think fondly of Eddie Izzard's skit on chiropractic care . . . Oh, the noise! I live for the noise!)
Grocery store for Vitamin C and Echinacea. Now would be a terribly horrible time to become ill. I am hoping it is out of control allergies or something due to the temperature increase over the last few days.
Data entry. Joy.



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