I didn't know if I should write Sunday or Monday because it could so be considered either one of them. I need to be asleep, but here's my problem (actually, there are several):

1. I'm so tired that I'm wired. My eyes feel like their bugging out of my skull, and my skin aches. My back hurts, and thoughts are swirling around my brain in an inky blur.

2. I haven't unpacked from my vacation, so I tried to by folding all these clothes and putting them on my bed, but I never put them away, so I'm all exhausted, but my bed is just totally fucking covered with all the shit from my suitcase, and I'd rather stare at it for ten hours hoping they'll all walk on their own to their various designated places in my bedroom than actually put them away myself.

3. I'm so fucking hungry. Oh my GOD, am I hungry. I'm not supposed to eat after a certain hour because I'm trying to "eat well" for my "getting in shape" shit. However, I've NEVER eaten the way one is supposed to. I usually eat little to nothing all day and then shove burgers and whatever other greasy crap I can find down my throat from 10pm to 2am. It's not deliberate, that's just when I feel like eating. Well, I had this way too tiny dinner at 6pm and haven't eaten since. I would have eaten more of it, but it turned upside down in my car, and I figured it would be best to not eat it off of there. Oh, also, it was eggplant ziti with maranara (sp?) sauce, so you can imagine how exciting it was when it sweared all over the floor.

4. Related to #3 - I wouldn't be able to sleep from the cacophony bellowing from my belly out of complete starvation. This can't be healthy, it feels so terrible.

5. Ever feel like you stayed up so late it feels almost stupid to actually go to bed? It's a strange feeling. You just think that you should get up and start doing things. So then, your mind starts to race with all the errands you need to run, and you wonder for a second if you should just start them now.

5. I have no airconditioner, and it feels like microwaved molasses in here. It's so humid and hot. I can't imagine getting under those covers, but I'm one of those freaks who physically cannot pass out without SOMETHING over me, anything. It could be a peanut butter and jelly sandwich resting on my arm, I just need to feel something covering me.

6. I'm thinking about the Yoga video. God, you're all going to hate it. No, actually, you are going to love it, but love to make fun of it. Again, I have to say it's a great workout, but I look so goddamn stupid. My bangs...oh God, they look feathered. I need to stop thinking about it. I need to stop.

7. My boobs are KILLING me. I PMS now for two weeks out of the month rather than just one. Isn't that cute? Yeah, two weeks out of a four I can be reminded through physical pain that I am a woman. Two out of four. Really, that ends up being 6 months out of the year. That ends up being half my life. HALF MY LIFE, PEOPLE. I have to say, I don't mind that my boobs swell up to C cups, or maybe a large B. I love it, in fact, it's the coolest damn thing, but they hurt like a motherfucker. Feels like I've been elbowed in the tit sixty times. I'm constantly aware of them because they ache so much, but it's not even just the aching. I look in the mirror and I'm like, "JESUS, they're HUGE!!" For a small B cup, seeing these babies is a big thrill. Can't stop talking about that. Guys, imagined if two weeks out of the month your penis tacked on about 4 inches. Yeah, you'd talk about it all day too.

8. I'm too busy trying to come up with more excuses for why I can't sleep.

Okay, I'm going.