Sep 04, 2004 08:33
Matt left for a bopstick tournament (or something) this morning. That leaves me alone all weekend. To borrow Mary's words... "I really love that kid!" And I already miss him.
In other bad news, it appears I am losing weight. At Curves yesterday, I was pleasantly surprised when the scale said 112. It hasn't said that since Spring Break when I drank so much I forgot to eat. Today, when I weighed myself, the scale said 110. Now, that may not SOUND like bad news, but let's consider this:
I don't need to lose weight.
I don't want to lose weight.
I certainly haven't been trying to lose weight. (I mean, goodness, I ate a Hardee's roast beef sandwich right before bed.)
I can just feel my muscles rotting away. They need some beef, some Chinese food, some black bean soup from Panera bread... oh, and of course, some donuts.
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Mandy, I'm off to the mall today. I'll call you when I'm back. And to everyone else: we are having a party. It won't be that elite, if you want to come.