and it's almost over, gracias a Dios. i do not think i could have survived another few days of this. and i might have sat on the toilet in the locker room in the middle of the day yesterday, weeping silently while texting the BHE that i'm going to pay off my loans and then quit and become a rodeo clown or bank robber. and i might have accidentally on purpose almost dropped my pager into the toilet so that it would stop going off and people would stop asking me questions and expecting me to KNOW stuff and give them CORRECT and reasonable answers.
and i was such a stressy anxious spaz yesterday after work that i went right home and ran over 3 miles. (i bet you thought i was going to say a puppy, right? ran over a puppy? you're sick). which is a personal best and i would be really proud that that was my healthy means to blow off steam, except that i took a few drags of whiskey straight from the bottle and ate half a bag of chocolate chips before i went. in retrospect, drinking and running is kind of maniacal and may be a sign of some deep neuroses.
perhaps there are some things that i should not confess and should instead keep to myself.
nah.
now if you'll excuse me, i'm off to make a cognac whey protein smoothie.
(i'm joking, but seriously- why do i have so much old man booze in my house? what are the kids drinking these days? are they still on pomegranate martinis? hypnotiq? zima?).
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