No, I don’t. So I’m going to be real upfront and honest with you all and tell you that this is essentially filler. Something to kill time, something to fill space, and maybe most importantly, something to let everyone know that I haven’t fallen off the face of the blogging-world.
Oh but I did lose a pound. A pound. I was starving for days and all I lost was one stupid pound? One pound isn’t going to make my jeans fit better. One pound is certainly not going to make me beach ready by June. /Sigh. Yeah yeah, all the weight-loss gods are smiling down on me and making sure that I don’t lose the weight so fast that I gain it all right back before I’m even back from vacation, but still. A POUND. Yep, I’m bitter about it. I suppose it could’ve been worse though, right? I could have gained weight. So yeah, I’ll just be thankful that I lost weight, even if it is only a pound.
I got refills on most of my pills yesterday, and I’ve vowed to myself to make sure I take them every single day. Even the noon and bedtime ones. For anyone who doesn’t know me in real life (because this is fake life, of course), my roommate got really drunk on the couch last week and dumped beer all over my pills. He didn’t mean to, and he felt really, really bad once he realized what he’d done. But I had to get most of them replaced. The one that I couldn’t get a refill on was the Methotrexate, but I think I’ll be ok for a week or two without that one. I got the important ones, so I won’t die, which is good.
I had to work Saturday. It sucked. I felt like I could be really productive and get a lot of coasters and other things for my shop finished, but I had to work. It turned out ok, because I had furlough time at the office that I could use, but I’m scheduled to work again this Saturday at the restaurant. I am just going to tell her no, I can’t do it. I need a rhythm, and this is not what I consider a rhythm.