I may not have eaten pizza or fast food for a month, but I’m still a fat-ass.
Today, I dined on the left-overs from two others in a office I work for. The portions were none too big, and excellent in quality. I couldn’t help but feeling like a pig because I was eating left-overs, especially after eating a good breakfast, but it was lunch, it was free, and I was hungry. Just part of being me I guess.
Finals week is gearing up. I’ve got two finals, a third that I *may* take, and a “pizza final” which is where the professor brings in pizzas and we eat. Nice final, huh? Got another final next week, but ti’s a good kind of final. A GREAT kind of final.
Things have been going swimmingly as of late. I’m just tired of the institution and ready to go home for a break. It’ll be a welcome change.
To you, the you whom I haven’t spoken with all week: Please call me, I miss and love you.
To you, the you whom didn’t want to wake up this morning: If you didn’t wake up, I will hate you long before I will ever be able to love you again. I’ll cry because of you, I’ll curse your name, and I won’t be happy.
I still love and miss all of you. You mean more than I can ever tell you.
Oh, and party at Hughes St. tomorrow night. I’ll be there, and probably sober. No monies for beer.
Bye.