I’m feeling grouchy and I wish I could just snap out of it. I swear I have a touch of the PMS. Overall I am pretty lucky because grouchy paranoia is about the most annoying symptom I get. I also get really hungry and a little horny. Poor Julio has gotten the brunt of the grouchiness this month and last and is too far away to take advantage of the horny part. Oh well, he deals with it in a most impressive manner. He might deserve a trophy.

I actually hauled my butt out of bed this morning at 6:30 and went to the gym. I feel pretty good right after, but about mid afternoon, I am wishing I had stayed in bed for another 45 minutes. I never get done all the stuff I need to when I go in the morning. I just don’t plan enough time. I’m going back this evening, but only to finish the stuff I didn’t do this morning. I’m not sure if I have lost any weight in the past few weeks, but I think so. I hate getting on the scale. I do have a new dent between my boobs. Perhaps the dent isn’t new, but I recently noticed it. I know other stuff is changing like I think my belly is getting smaller, but I don’t take daily measurements or anything so it’s tough to say. I took the real age test and learned that though I am 29.3 years old, my “real age” is 21.1. I think that’s pretty good.

I had an argument with Poly last night about milk. He bought some vanilla milk which seemed interesting, but not enough for me to try it. I told him that I was avoiding milk and he asked me why on earth I would do that since the fat in milk actually helps you lose weight. Okay. I guess I have heard that too, but I have to wonder how on earth a substance that was designed to make a little baby calf into a big heifer is going to help me lose weight. I don’t know, but I told him I wasn’t willing to argue about it. After the milk debate, he proceeded to tell me how to cook my dinner. Arrrggg. He needs a fucking job!

Let’s see. I think Miss Kitty is still trying to get me set up with some guy who is a friend of her coworker. The guy is a teacher and plays softball and I think he’s 32-33. I don’t know anything else, but I figure that there isn’t any harm in letting a guy buy me dinner. I am also supposed to go out on a “no-strings” date with my friend Carlos. I really want him to do that new Date Patrol show—he needs it. At least with Carlos, I can tell him when he’s getting on my nerves.

Well, I can’t really think of anything else to report on. I should do some work.

Love to all.