The weekend of greatness is over. Sad, but next weekend is only 4 days away. How depressing is it that once Monday is here we begin counting down until the next Friday? Just glad I'm not alone in that boat.

I slept a little too late today. Probably due to the fact that I stayed up a little too late last night. So it goes...

I only have three cigarettes left. This is tragic. But it also means I'm going for a walk after I shower. I'm going first to the mailbox, then to Mailboxes etc, then to Blockbuster, then to the Valentino's and then the gas station and then home. Hopefully I won't be drenched in sweat when I return. After all that I think I'll go to the gym and sweat some more.

I ate entirely too much this weekend. I didn't gain a pound, but I swear I can see just a little more cellulite on my ass than was there on Friday.

There isn't going to be a trip to the lake this weekend. I'm sort of sad about that. It was going to be like a fake vacation. I haven't had a vacation this year, haven't been anywhere, and I haven't done anything super fun either. So yes, bummed about that. Instead we are helping Missy move. Which sucks, but not entirely. Because it will involve friends, my boy and beer! It could always be worse, right?

Alright, I'm hitting the showers and I'm going to talc myself silly when I get out. In hopes of avoiding excessive underarm wetness in this ridiculous heat I'm about to set off into.

I'm also making a mix-tape tonight. To replace the one I made eons ago, but have worn out listening to it myself. It's not for me, but for a driver of a Jeep Cherokee over on the West Coast.

And here I bet he thought I'd forgotten all about him.

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