I rarely do this anymore, the whole blogging about my day thing. Like seriously, who cares right. Unless there's some juicy gossip involved. Oh come on, we're only human.

Anyway, I realized I eat junk when i'm upset. NOT GOOD. Beats self mutilation right. Duh.
11.42 p.m: Sinking in regret. Currently digesting 2 slices of pizza, a bar of chocolate a couple of chocolate candy and a few mouth-fulls of zappel.

My voice is screwed up and my nose is stuffed. And not to mention the extra unused calories plotting world domination. But at least i'm happier. tsk.

Do Not Try This At Home.
XXOO.