It's 12:00 a.m., Do You Know Where Your Chickens Are?

Yeah, well this one was playing WoW for four hours, trying to achieve the aforementioned goal. After a grueling hour of 30 minutes personal trainer/30 minutes sweating her ass off to CNN/the local news/E Entertainment.

Enough to make one want to vomit, and I almost did. Blech. Rolling my belly around on some ball could provide the catalyst for which all previous meals could come rolling right back out, I say. Note to self: Do NOT eat before next trainer visit.

One other thing: who the HELL are these people who look like they are HAPPY to be at the gym? WTF?

On another subject -- now I feel as though I have stepped (no, plunged head-first) into Snot Central, as I believe a cold or some other allergy-thingie is coming on.

Lovely image for you all, I'm sure, but I can't help but share that with you. It's March in Texas...we are supposed to be going into tornado season, not snot season. I feel as though my head has expanded at least twice its circumference (sp?) in the past hour.

I have nothing but bad things to report. Can we continue this some other time? Please?