aka, time to get my act together.
this weekend = another suicide attempt. so they say. i suppose i could've tried to convince them i took a bottle of dexatrim merely to compensate for all the alcohol calories and subway my drunken self had consumed. but i didn't.
on the brighter side, i got a bid, and my official initiation into alpha gamma delta sisterhood is tomorrow night. i'd tell you what chapter, but that's far too much personal information. oh, sorry, surprise! my name isn't actually lily.
anyway. test in an hour and a half i need to study for, then five hours of work. and of course tomorrow's my early start day, and i have a presentation to prepare which i haven't even started yet. hmm.
ate more trail mix today, in other news, and among other snacks (heelloooo cashews). no wonder i'm so fat. at least i'll be on my feet all night at work. also stood in front of the 45 or so fro-yo toppings that i'm more than welcome to sample, and surrounded by food and a manager who'll be motherly to the point of telling me to eat dinner, but whatever.
OH, and after this weekend's overdose, daddy wants his little girl to move home. fuck that.
I'm so sorry you're hurting. : ( Are you okay after taking so many dexatrim? Take care of yourself, hun. I know it's hard sometimes...
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