First Drags

Somewhere along the line yesterday, I decided that going to happy hour after work was a good idea. And then coming home to drink more on an empty stomach while watching a Lindsay Lohan movie was an even better idea. OH, and then gorging myself on burnt toasted cheese sandwiches and oreo's and more beer before passing out in a Dairy Fueled Diabetic coma was the absolute best idea ever.

If there's a better way to combat those 16 lbs I've put since I moved South, I haven't thought of it.

Needless to say I woke up at 4 AM with multiple organ systems cursing my Excellent Life Decisions.

Speaking of organ systems, have you seen the plush I Heart Guts organ pillows? I want the liver.

"I'm a liver not a fighter!"

And the uterus:

"womb service!"

Oh hell, I'll just take the whole set, and use them as couch pillows.

"Hi! We're your internal organs!"

Too cute.


But as there is a silver lining to my Excellent Life Decisions, I've wrote 6 pages of original material yesterday, even if only 4 of which are usuable because I used a personal annecdote from Cara's life and I'm sure she'd not appreciate me using it in my book (and I won't even put it on my blog. Other than this vague reference, that is.)

I've also been thinking a lot about grad school today. I'm still hurt/shamed/irritated that I didn't get into Emerson, but I really really really want to go back to school. So I think I need to save up a bunch more money, get a tutor, re-take the GRE's, re-write my statement of purpose, re-bribe my professors to write recommendations for me, and start re-applying to programs. Ugh, so expensive though. Everything involving higher education is too expensive. Boo.

Oh, and I'll be done paying off my undergrad in 59 months. 5 years, yay! Oh wait, that's just my loans. After that I'm paying off the rest of the loans my parents (lovingly, generously) got for me. Whee... I need to get a fat publishing contract, like ASAP.


4 days til my birthday!