well.
i just looked at my face in the mirror and i think i can be officially described as "gaunt." [i'm probably less than 104 now.] and yet, my thighs and stomach are still fat. i'm obviously going to have to spend 5 hours a day at the gym like the rest of the ladies with perfect bodies. or magically become 12 again. one or the other.
i can't sleep because i've been prescribed speed for my depression and, alas, it's not increasing my libido as promised, so the only thing to do is argue and stay up drinking too much wine hoping it'll make me sleepy and maybe read foucault's pendulum. or the new yorker or the science times which both came today. the sheer thought of those two in my mailbox makes me so much less cranky.
i can't sleep because i've been prescribed speed for my depression and, alas, it's not increasing my libido as promised, so the only thing to do is argue and stay up drinking too much wine hoping it'll make me sleepy and maybe read foucault's pendulum. or the new yorker or the science times which both came today. the sheer thought of those two in my mailbox makes me so much less cranky.