yeah. apparently i have this thing where… when i’m stressing out, i want to eat. a lot. and right now I’M SUPER FUCKING CRANKY BECAUSE MY MOM IS LIKE PRACTICING FOR THE FUCKING IDIOT OF THE FUCKING YEAR AWARD. ugh. i hate it when people grow old. i don’t ever wanna live past 65. lmao. i’m a bitch. but i feel better now.
So there was a pow wow this weekend. I decided to go. I also decided that I would probably have to work my ass off after this weekend. Turns out, I don’t lie to myself…
I need - and I mean it - I absolutely need to work my ass off this week. I drank alllll night. I ate allll the next day. Beer. Gin. Whiskey. Indian Taco Supreme. Poutine. I actually had a pop. Not a full can because it wasn’t all that good… Pretty yucky. Anyway, now, I’m still hanging over. Hangover Day 2. Yeeeeeesh. Terrible. Just terrible.
So, yeah, the rain isn’t helping me out right now. And to be fair, I don’t think I would have worked out today, anyway. Hangover Day 2, y’know.