Argh. I feel really icky. And it's gym day. Bleck bleck bleck. I probably should just not go to the gym, but I was REALLY bad last night - I had regular dinner, then went out for a bloomin onion and a maguarita and topped it off with a milkshake! I tell you, weight loss is addictive. You just really don't want to go back to the way you were. (And all of you with the weight loss compliments, I thank you. My pic is NEW and mostly POST the weight loss.)
I watched the train wreck that is American Idol last night. That poor little girl who was crying - they kept showing her face. One time, I can see. But Paula's giving her critique and the camera is on this girl's face. I had that same face, but mine was a face of torture, not of admiration.
How long must we endure Sanjaya?