Monday, March 19, 2007
 

Call 1-800-JENNY-20

I'm fat. Did I mention that? FatfatfatfatfatfatFAT.

And I'm sick of it.

There's not much going on here. I think I really, really need a break from work; I'm getting seriously burned out. It's a fight to go to work, make it to lunchtime, go back to work after lunch, and then to stick it out until 5 (and I'm working until 7 tomorrow). Each day drags on longer. If I had any sense, I'd just ask off for a few days of that much-celebrated "me time." I don't want to travel, I don't have any projects to work on: I just need a break. In a bad way.

It's off to the psychiatrist tomorrow. I'd love to kick off one of the meds and hope that at least some weight loss would follow, but if I quit taking it, I know from experience, I'll quit sleeping and start twitching like a tweaker. Seriously, it's that bad.

Okay, this is a cheery post. On a lighter note, whoevertheheck my cellphone provider is (I only leave the thing in the car in case of motor disaster; I never carry it with me or use it otherwise-- I'm a dinosaur) sent a letter saying they're about to stop supporting my phone, which is analog. Apparently, it's all digital from here on out. I've had the phone for 7 or 8 years, and it's actually older than that. All it does is make and receive calls, and that's all I want it to do. Do they even make phones that just do that any more? I don't even know this phone's number. I dread having to pick the new one out. The old one can be a bit shameful if people see it: it's quite large, and you have to extend the antenna all the way to get reception.

Oh, and those new phones that people wear on their ear? Attention, folks: you look like you wandered off the set of Star Trek. Not cool.

Go read Celia Rivenbark's book Stop Dressing Your Six-Year-Old Like A Skank. It's hilarious.

Ciao.

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Elvisette philosophized at 8:26 PM