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Uh...what?
This is so typical of me. I totally had something I wanted to write here, and as soon as I logged in, I completely forgot it. I've been forgetting things A LOT lately. More than usual. It seems that the forgetting thing has actually gotten worse since I started treatment for my ADD...but everything else is WAY better now. It's really amazing how different I feel now. I feel aware, and focused, and confident, and unbelievably happy all the time! I know that a lot of this has also been helped by the boy I've been seeing :P
I am in desperate need of new jeans. I have been losing weght on these meds, and now my formerly perfect fitting jeans require a belt...and up 2 notches from usual. It's really annoying. I was a 32 waist, and now I think I'm a 29. It's fucking crazy! But my tummy is nice and TIGHT now! I'm quite proud of it.
I got so drunk Friday night. I had 2 1/2 glasses of wine at home before I went out with the boy and some of his coworkers. We went out dancing, as has become the norm on Friday and Saturday nights. Anywho, at the club I had 6 vodka/cranberries, as far as I can tell. I didn't throw up at all though, but I did fall down at the boy's place as I was trying to put some shorts on. That was a bit embarrassing. I had a headache in the morning, but it wasn't as bad as it usually is, so I think my tolerance has improved. Fun times.
I got SO drunk Saturday night. The boy and I started at a bar, where I had 2 tall drinks (I don't remember what they were, but they were really good) and then I did a lemon drop before we left there to go dancing. I believe I had 4 tall vodka/cranberries at the club, and I may have done a shot, I really can't remember. The boy made me go home alone that night (yeah, he's a tease). So I get into my apartment and I decide that I wanted grilled cheese really badly. I sent the boy a text message that said "I'm making grilled cheese. If you want some you should call me". He sent one back that said "No thanks, I have to be up early, and don't burn the house down". I also texted my friend Amy about being really drunk and making grilled cheese. So I did manage somehow to make grilled cheese, although I do not remember the process. I woke up Sunday morning and it felt like the apartment was on fire. I went to check the thermostat, and it was at like 100. Then I remembered totally stumbling around all over the place the night before, and running into the thermostat, so I must have turned it all the way up. The kitchen was a fucking mess from my late-night cooking. But dammit, I had fun!
Well that was my weekend. What did YOU do?
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