September Survival

Back pain, slowly approaching a waddling mess. Too jiggly I am. Gotta get back to Pilates. My knees and back, the constant struggle.

No one, and I mean no one is here today. Just me and a few admins. That's it! Everyone's off on the Annual Meeting, and I could care less about work. Yesterday was a lovely three-hour respite from orders and carpal tunnel in my right wrist to set up for the Annual Meeting. I'll take a tired headache and an afternoon of running around senseless over sitting here while my back bacon grows.

I'm getting too fat, plain and simple. I used to look like Pamela Anderson Lee, but I've spent too much time snarfing down Sara Lee for dinner. Who the hell has time to cook when you walk in at 7:30 at night? I think I'll take a page from my "little girl" life: I ate tuna and salmon constantly from about age 4 to about 19. Thin as a rail. Carbs are killing me, and my coffee habit's gotta go, too.

I'm sure all this is not helping with my energy "load" (or lack thereof.)

Rejections, Schmections. More jobs that don't want me. NEXT! As Thelma would say.

I think I'll rip apart my apartment this weekend and clean ruthlessly. I mean windows, curtains, even flip the damn mattress. Recycling, dishes, and mopping just ain't enough.

If I'm not happy (and oh boy I ain't), other areas of my life will just HAVE to come together.

My guilty pleasure has been Janice Dickinson wiping the floor with Omarosa on vh1's Surreal Life. Old Horse Face reminds me so much of Princess Brat, I just can't get enough. I am DEFINITELY ordering this DVD when it comes out. It's just great! Janice reminds me so much of the late Gia Carangi, it's almost painful. But the book about Gia's life was one of my favorite reads, I'll think I'll give Janice's book a shot. She's got one helluva personality, I'll say that much.

And I dreamed Jason Newsted (formerly of Metallica) was electrocuted in a pool last night, and Harry Potter wanted to hug me. What the hell is it with my brain while I sleep?