I knew it the second I woke up. I should have just handled it like a rockstar...like drinking, or taking anxiety meds, or going back to bed. I did none of those things. Instead, I got up and got ready and moved on with the day. It is now 2:12 and I feel certain that a hotmess breakdown is on the horizon. Will it be at the gym? Hopefully not. I do not want to be a person someone else makes a status update about! To make matters worse...I was super hungry this afternoon and wasted 29839284 calories on nothing good! Gah! This blog post sucks!
BUT WAIT! I have found the silver lining! I have DVR'd 3, yes, a TRIPLE PLAY of 90210! Dylan is in a coma right now, fighting for his soul. Even though I know he doesn't die...I still cried, hoping he was gonna pull through it. THAT'S HOW GOOD THIS SHOW IS! And Kelly is doing a shoot for 17 magazine, and will then travel to NYC to become a model and then get burned in a bathroom during one of Steve's raves he throws. AND DONNA!!! She just met Ray. I see a beating in the future! Good ole' Andrea just met her future affair and David got handcuffed to Claire's bedpost! I love this show! Sadly, I would rather watch it then anything else. I so need a life.
I really hope crazy backwards skipping lady is at the gym today.
Peace out Friday, AND GET OUTTTAAA MY FACE!
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