Is it Saturday, yet? Can I go to the beach? No. Not yet. I’m trying to lose weight and I have a total block on it and I figured the other day, “oh I can eat a filling lunch and I’ll make it up at dinner” but that turns into two surprise dinners and with stuff that’s not exactly track-able via Weight Watchers, SO. And then tonight I got home at 8 and I wanted more than just a stupid turkey burger, so… sweet potato fries, basically.
And I’m trying to figure out what to do for my birthday, and mad at myself for putting the weight on, and I’m still pissed at Dante DiLoreto’s bullshit from ComicCon and oh the Emmy noms are tomorrow, which means a (probable) parade of righteous indignation even though I should be over it by now.
It’s all fine though, really, because I am psyched to have health insurance again and this easy commute and to work with lovely people who I am not intimidated by.