Well, it's Saturday morning again and we have another meadow appointmetn and I have another class. I think we should pass on both ideas. Frankly, that cat has been put through hell for the last few weeks and she's fine. She doesn't need to go. And I hate barbri.

My friend Nick sent me his rule statements for the bar. I'm going to turn these into flashcards and study them until my brain falls out -- for the next bar. February is so not happening.

It's after 6 am. I was up all night playing video games. I blame the latte I had after going to hooters with jarrod for dinner. We were in Pasadena, walking around, and it was a nice night. At least I didn't indulge in dessert (well, until much, much later when I had an oatmeal cookie). Things with the one-a-day weight thingies are really improving. I'm not even taking the trimspa lately and I notice a total change in appetite.

I need to talk to my mom, I'm down. But when I talk to her she just gets mad at me all the time. SHe's not any help lately. Bah.

I don't know what to say. I don't know what to do, really. Work starts monday and I'm scared. My thyroid tests came back normal. I don't *feel* normal. I havent done yoga in two days.. I'm too sluggy feeling. Bah.

*note to self or Jarrod, pay geico bill today*