Due to forces beyond my control, I won't be poking around on the internet as long or as often as I do now. This exile will last a few days (maybe weeks/months... who the hell knows). Just giving fair warning to those who might care.
I almost broke when I told my grandparents that I was moving. Their reaction put a mighty big squeeze in my heart. Grandma in tears, Grandpa all watery eyed and shaking... I was so tempted to just blurt out, "But I may not move... you know... just a thought." Gotta stand strong on this one. It's the right thing for me to do. Especially after last night...
Had a dream about my ex-fiance... the sort of dream where she is single again and wanting to give it another try. I thought I was finally getting over her... I hate really realistic dreams. The whole time I was with this spectre of slumber, I was reconsidering the move as well. It's amazing what a dream will do. Of course, once I woke up and realized that my brain had duped me again, I was back on track to get the hell outta here by June. Far away... far away will help put that to rest too. I hope.
Cookies... which I ate in abundance last night. Along with sloppy joes, shredded chicken sammiches, a varied of meatballs, and peanut M&M's by the handful. Any hard work and progress that was made in the fitness room this week has officially been blown out the motherfuckin' window... back to square one... And did I mention I hate euchre?
