The longest week ever ended up with the hardest weekend ever. I've had a rough few days, with little tiny spurts of happiness here and there. If that makes any sense. I've barely slept. On average about 3-4 hours a day for the last 8 days. I'm exhausted, but I can't stop moving. I have so much to do, but no desire to do it. I'm constantly starving, but nothing sounds appetizing. I think I've lost like 4 lbs because of this and I hate it. I miss working out but I can't find time to do it. Nothing feels right and I don't know how to fix it. Oh the joys of growing up and growing stronger. I just hope November brings peace of mind and peace of heart.
When the boy leaves I always take advantage of having fewer responsibilities. So with that being said...I'm hosting a little party at my house tonight. I'll put out some cheese and crackers, seven layer dip, and maybe some other small finger foods (any suggestions?). I cleaned the apartment, bought plastic cups (not good for the environment, but much better for clean up purposes), and painted my nails a pretty shade of pink. I'm excited. Happy Friday.
I had a dream last night that I was a contestant on ANTM and that Tyra Banks kicked me out for having love handles. I woke up giggling this morning and with a strong desire to hit the gym. It's funny how dreams work like that. Anyways, Tuesdays and Thursday suck for me. So let's hope today goes by quickly and painlessly. And here's hoping my accounting professor doesn't randomly call on me. I hate being put on the spot like that.