I don't even recall my update from the other day. I was definitely drunk I think.
I spent the weekend alone, by choice. So many guilt trips to try to make me go to the beach (too fat, too far, no thanks) or to BK (too far, too tired, no thanks). I got guilted saying that lying in bed would make me feel worse ( I said I was sick)--no that isn;t true. And that they would do the same for me--nope they have never travelled outside of BK to hang out with me. Not even lower Manhattan. And they wanted me to bring booze and food. Why, so you don't have to buy it? Gross.
I hate my job still. I love that people get paid twice as much as me and can't even bother to get here on time. Disgusting. I have been applying to new jobs and I found one I actually think I'd be good at. Fingers crossed.
Ugh back up over 180. It's the booze. I am starting to wind it down though. Not drinking every day anymore at least. I want to keep it to once a week and way fewer drinks.
Back on OKC for a bit. I'm going to be 35 in a month! Alone, fat and depressed. Lovely.
8:49 a.m. - 2015-09-08
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