drip...

drip...

drip...

that's the sound of my soul leaking out of my body and onto the carpet beneath my desk

*sigh*

In other, less self-pitying angsty news, I'm fascinated by the Skinny Website. It's all kinds of wrong, but the editorial voice is reasonably sane, meaning the orientation truly seems to be "healthy" is good, as opposed to "yay anorexia."

Andrew says I should pick just one gym to not go to. He's right. But I'm afraid to drop the hammer on one or the other. I'll drop Bally's in the end, because they're less likely to hurt me for leaving them, but I'll regret it a little.

Dried apricots are good.