if i could just wake up ONCE this week and feel as if i'd slept that would be awesome sidfsfskljd

Here is something you may or may not know about me: I INHERITED EVERYTHING FROM MY FATHER BUT THE Y CHROMOSOME. What this means is MY FEET STINK. At all times. Everywhere. No matter what I do. LIKE VINEGAR MOST FOUL, etc. SOMETIMES THIS DISTRESSES ME.

The peeps at work are doing this Biggest Loser thing starting tomorrow and, uh, I am totally in. EVERYONE ELSE IS ABANDONING ME BUT WHATEVER. I am totally kicking the guys in Computers' asses at this. I TOTALLY HAVE TWENTY LOSABLE KILOS ON ME AND I CAN ABSOLUTELY DO IT IN EIGHT WEEKS. My lack of sleep has to help with something, okay, so it might as well be unhealthily fast weight loss.

I guess this means I should stop eating crap, huh.

Choir is still really really high. BUT AT LEAST I CAN WORK OUT WHEN TO GO UP AND WHEN TO GO DOWN. (Some second-sop developed this week. THANK GOD. NO HIGH G OR HIGH A FOR ME!)

In webcomic news, how in fuck did Erik get UNDERNEATH the table???

Yeah, feeling pretty good at the mo. Notice how this coincides with singing and with getting out of the house...?

I need to start keeping track of a few things, I think, so I need you guys to hassle me about status reports on:
- exercise,
- current weight,
- whether I ate anything bad,
- current mood out of 3 or -3 depending on independent classification of manic or depressed state,
- hours of sleep per night, and
- the nature of my pre-bed activities/time of attempted sleep

Because if can't write anything I can at least solve a few of my other problems.