I'd been up about fifteen minutes when it turned out that on top of being too stupid to pass the JLPT (or even achieve the same score I did last year), I was also too fat for my jeans, at which point I completely melted down. So it's probably for the best that nobody has ever and probably will ever want to live with me, so that I can at least not humiliate myself in front of anybody.
I don't even know why I pretend that just eating sensibly will be enough to keep that from happening, when I have 29 years worth of experience that says unless the gym consumes my entire life, there isn't going to be any progress. I hate the gym ;___; and i hate how as soon as I get serious about it everybody wants to talk about it and tell me how I'm not doing it right or it would obviously be working. OBVIOUSLY. ;__________;
also it is clean out all the guinea pigs day, which is no more than I deserve at the moment, probably. ugh.