Do you ever just have so much to say that you don't have a clue as to where to begin? That's how I feel right about now. I feel like I've neglected this diary so much and like there are so many gaps and fun stories and mishaps and whatnot that have been untold. But I don't know where to begin, so I don't. I just write like I never stopped writing. And in a way I didn't. I kept up with the paper journal, but I'm not about to rehash all that through here, just because some of it is more personal and also for the lack of time. But I feel like I need to say something, more anyway. I don't know.

I was all healthy-shmealthy today. Why? I have no clue, but I'm thinking it has to do with me drinking almost an entire bottle of wine and about three beers last night and my impulse to order stuffed crust cheese pizza with extra cheese at 9:30 p.m. last night. Yes, I know. I'm doing an extra 30 minutes on the treadmill tomorrow.

One hour from closing time and one hour and five minutes from drinking time. Hillary and I are doing smirnoff twisted bloody mary's tonight. Complete with Whiskey Willy, lemon juice, and fresh ground pepper. Practicing the bar-tending skills to make sure I've still got them.

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