It's 4:36am and I am up typing a blog. No, I am not kidding you, I'm really up at 4:36am. I have to go to Indiana for four days for training and I am up at f-ing 4:36am ready to drive five hours for four days worth of training. Does this suck? Royally. Plus, I got tar on a pair of decent khaki's and now I'm forced to wear a pair of pants I bought about 3-4 years ago - and I've totally gained weight since then. I feel like I have a huge gynormus beer gut and my shirt is starting to feel smaller. Oh good, that's really good, I'm hugely fat and going to Indiana. I have half a mind to live in Gary and be fat, happy, and newly retarded. Ugh, I'm disgusting......flashback to the movie SPUN....I'm the mother of Frisbee....a cheeto falls on my stomach and I neither see it nor feel it sit there.....EWE. hey hey hey it's faaatttt jackie!!!
Disclaimer: I'm really only half serious. I'm not depressed.