tinfoilstar

It's today and I'm bored. I'm thirtsy and tired, and it's almost nine o'clock, so I ought to do something, right? Tomorrow, I am going to the optometrist, and the library as well. Adam took me out to Chipotle for a burrito, and now I'm feeling quite ill. My god, I've gained so much weight. It really freaks me out. The weird thing is that my hip/waist ratio is the exact same at 100 pounds as it was at 80 pounds. I don't know how to feel about myself thought, and I fucking hate that.
Michelle said that I shouldn't get a puppy when I move out. She's right, I'm afraid. But I want one so bad. I need something to lavish my maternal affections on, and Hank the Fish isn't really very cuddly at all. An aquarium would work all right, I guess. I fucking love fish. They're so badass. I could spend my entire life with a bong in one hand and a lighter in the other just staring at an aquarium. Fish are relaxing and beautiful and mysterious. It's so awesome.
Work was slow today. Unsatisfactory, to be honest. I'm going to work on wednesday, and having a cyst removed (by my father, of course) after every patient of importance has left.
So much to look forward to.