(Idea shamelessly stolen from Killroy and Tina)
In Other News, I need to go work out. I need to. I feel like such a slug. Yeah, I'm technically eating so little I should be losing a pound a day (I am, too, now that I think about it. Y'know what else, I've stopped caring...) but I don't move and I hate it. I sleep too much. so I just feel sluggish and tired all the time.
Tomorrow. I go no matter what. >_< I hate being like this.
I don't even care about how I look anymore. I mean hell, the only person I'd even bother trying to impress is Michael and he doesn't care one way or the other. So there's no point, really.
fuck. I am in such a sour mood. So much for getting any work done tonight.