jeep is shakin' the snake
Like a man upon the move for a
doll who doesn't hesitate
Manhattan Transfer--Blue Serenade
Ah, the morning after a panic attack. I feel like I've been hit by a train.
Taking stock, here. I feel like crapola, I look like crapola, and if you measured my weight in crapola, well, you'd have a lot of crapola.
Plans for today:
- Hot, hot shower
- Make an effort with hair and makeup. I'm sick, I'm not dead.
- Go shopping for healthier food than the sodium-laced junk in the freezer.
- Get outside and, at the very least, walk around the block. Sick or no, I need fresh air.
- Take my medicine like a good girl.
All my friends are getting in shape, it seems. Running 5ks, doing Weight Watchers, feeling good and being active. Assholes. I thought we were in this together, you rat bastards.
Assuming I don't die getting dressed, I'll be back later with an update :)
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