I am reaching a point where I am almost certain I shall become a manager at Curves soon. I also feel like I've been run over by something large and painful-looking, but I don't think those two facts are actually connected.
I have no money. Just thinking about it makes me want to puke.
I miss you Peate, Aimee, and Corey. I feel like I've gotten so close... yet (as they say) so very, very far away.
Now it is time for library books. Anorexia is cheaper than eating.