Damn me and my rough afternoon. I was so tuckered out yesterday for the last half of work and after school that I ended up passing out on my couch while watching the I Love New York finale. Dang. I even googled that shit when I woke up and nothing really seems to say who won. I know in my heart of hearts it has to be Tango because Chance was too crazy. And as I was typing that I thought to look at VH1.com and sho'nuff, Tango won. Hallelujah. I'll miss my guilty pleasure but I have Charm School to look forward to two weeks from now.
In other news, I cooked dinner for myself last night. I know reading that sentence seems pretty ridiculous since a 29 year old woman typed it but yeah, I don't cook. This diet, however, makes me. I made a delicious chicken breast with sauteed mushrooms, onions and asparagus. Yum. Tomorrow is the last full day of this and I get my test done on Thursday morning. I am hoping the reintroduction of food doesn't drag on forever because I'd really like to be able to eat Easter dinner without restrictions. Tomorrow also marks 7 weeks without candy of any kind as well as 7 weeks without soda save for the one day I indulged in a root beer because my blood sugar was plummeting. Don't want to pull a Nicole Richie now do I?
Yeah... there's really not much going on. I'm just blogging for the sake of blogging lately.