I need to recruit someone to come to my house at 10 PM every night and knock me out. Seriously.

This not sleeping crap is getting old fast.

I am stressed out and bloated. Save me. :(

P.S. 9 days.... eep....

I managed to persuade myself to not buy the Hershey bar at Wal*Mart last night. It was as big as my head (practically) and it had almonds. You have no idea how hard it was to walk on by the candy. When I get stressed, I crave chocolate more.

I made a trip to Pier 1 to get the roses to make my bouquet.

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I doubt most of you care about the music we'll be playing. ;)
This is more for me than you, but it's public in case anyone is interested... :)

( And the winners.. in no particular order.. )

My stomach is killing me. I can't sleep. *whimper*

This post means nothing. Just informing you that I hate my stomach and I want to sleep. NOW. :(

Seriously, I need to get back on a normal sleep schedule. Normally, Tony is going to bed at his place just as my night begins. I *hate* being a "night owl".

:(

Peanut butter fudge is the DEVIL ( Read more... )

I should probably put on some pants since Joy will be here in like 10 minutes. It's not that I am naked or something, but lycra biking shorts are not acceptable for group gatherings. Really, these sort of shorts look good on nobody, but they are comfy to sleep in.

Joy (don't bother clicking the link, she never updates. :-P) and I are going to ( Read more... )

But it's with a girl. :( My Tony is too far away ( Read more... )

Kelli is the Water Boy.

That is all. :)

My gramma is in the ER in a hospital in Illinois right now. They are holding her there till they can find a bed in the CCU. My mother is in full panic mode. I am seriously concerned, but I *DON'T* think it's a good idea for my mom to jet off onto the road right now for the 5 hour drive in the middle of her sobbing fit. The last thing the family ( Read more... )

It's fricking snowing still and it is 20 degrees.

Goosebumps and toecicles are no fun.

The mood is still unbelievably crappy. I am still debating on deleting the last entry, but I *hate* censoring myself. It's rather pointless in one's own journal, I believe.

Bedtime.