Back on the wagon. I'm tired infinity.

I drink too much coffee, I could sleep for 12 hours straight if I wanted to, and lately I've had a penchant for large cups of frozen yogurt laden with crunchy and gooey toppings. Self-serve, baby. I'm thinking about it right now. Maybe I should take that into consideration the next time my lease is up; mental note: must move into building within two blocks of a frozen yogurt joint.

Last night I had chicken tenders for the first time in what must be two years. With honey mustard. Let me rephrase. OMG, the honey freaking mustard. How absence makes the craving go NUTS.

So I'm back on the wagon this week. I'm tired and hungry and exhausted and my back hurts and I'm getting carpal tunnel in my left hand. This is really going to cut into my partying. Bummer. Make that both hands and wrists. It's official, I'm falling apart. I didn't think that I was being that lazy and inactive but, since the pants don't seem to fit, all's downhill from here I hear... Gaining a few pounds was so much easier to cover up in college - hoodie, yoga pants, done.

Looking for more peace and quiet more now than ever. I wonder how many different times in my life I have said that I'm tired. And how many more times I'll say it. I'm so tired - infinity. Yup. That should cover it. Now I need to go shop for a hoodie big enough to envelop Fatty McOffice Pants.

Chicken tenders are a gateway drug, kids.