So far I've had toast and a brownie for dinner and it's the best night ever. I'm in my workout clothes though, so I'll have to do something resembling exercise or I'll have wasted the effort of dressing for it. This here is a high efficiency zone. Today felt wicked short because the office was buzzing about my possible leaving. I had to talk to my supervisor about it because references were asked for. She didn't seem surprised but she did smoke a lot more and that's always a tell-tale sign. Nothing is certain yet, but I feel all of a dither. Nothing new since I've been anxious all weekend.
Anywhoo? It's getting weirder and weirder to not spend all day on the internet and then come home to something that used to be your whole day. I find I don't know what I used to do with my time online, except ofcourse write stuff. I have nothing to report today and considering my dinner I'll have nothing to report tomorrow. How much butter can you eat in a day without actually dying? I'd like to know because knowledge is power and it's frightening how fast we go through those sticks of fat and salt and deliciousness. Buttered lightening.
I must away to cook the boyfriends dinner. He can't subsist on brownies and uselesss white bread toast, more's the pity. If anyone needed to pack away the pointless calories.
I used to dress myself in workout gear in hopes that I would then be forced to work out, but it turns out that my workout clothing can also easily double as sleepwear and many happy naps were taken before I got the sense to actually lace up my running shoes after putting on the exercise clothes.
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