another gray
Mondays are dreadful, even when they are wonderful. I'm not quite sure how to make it happen, but I'd really like my life to take place in a suspended state of Saturday forever.
I haven't felt much like updating lately. In fact, I'd be suprised if this actually gets posted.
I thought that life was getting better, but I was told (by a truthful source) that I'm not much fun these days. Well, those weren't the exact words. The exact words were something along the lines of my ever-increasing stress level. It hurt my feelings. All this time, I'd been thinking I was doing better.
I have an itchy spot on my lower lip, and I'm almost certain that it is not Herpes. It would be quite a scene if it were.
I've lost 50 pounds. That's a big number. I don't quite know how to look at it, except that I basically lost a 4-year old, or 10 bags of flour. I still don't think I look any different. I would really like to be a size 16. I'm close.
I'm tired. I haven't been sleeping well. I wake up every few hours for no real reason. I wish I knew how to fix that.
I haven't felt much like updating lately. In fact, I'd be suprised if this actually gets posted.
I thought that life was getting better, but I was told (by a truthful source) that I'm not much fun these days. Well, those weren't the exact words. The exact words were something along the lines of my ever-increasing stress level. It hurt my feelings. All this time, I'd been thinking I was doing better.
I have an itchy spot on my lower lip, and I'm almost certain that it is not Herpes. It would be quite a scene if it were.
I've lost 50 pounds. That's a big number. I don't quite know how to look at it, except that I basically lost a 4-year old, or 10 bags of flour. I still don't think I look any different. I would really like to be a size 16. I'm close.
I'm tired. I haven't been sleeping well. I wake up every few hours for no real reason. I wish I knew how to fix that.