snakeplissken

First official work day after getting laid off. Amazing how shitty the word "off" made that sentence.

Anywho, taking advantage of the time. I already made a big pot of veggie soup that's sitting on the stove percolating. It smells damn good I must say. Then I tore into my upstairs closet. It was a big ass mess stuffed full with stuff I didn't really need. So I pulled it all out, threw away a ton of junk, and reorganized what was left. I found a old stack of shirts I, um, outgrew that fit now with much room to spare. Neat.

Next I start training harder. I have the time, so there's no excuse for not doing so. I'm happy with how far I've gotten, but I still need to keep going at it and dropping more size. I've been doing much more weight work in an attempt to fill in my droopy skin with muscle. It helps, but my skin looks like shit. I kinda hate it actually. Blarg.

I fucking love halloween by the way. Favorite holiday hands down. Fucking bitchin'.