I have 4 points left for today. And it’s 5:32 a.m.
My clothes are skin tight. I don’t like how my midsection looks.
I’m not at all surprised. But I’m not at all happy.
I tried to sleep in Aislyn’s room, but couldn’t get comfortable, and every time I shifted, she shifted. Finally, she asked if I could please go. So I did. Slept on the couch.
Aislyn is whiny this morning. Probably my fault for interrupting her sleep. And Desmond won’t stop provoking her, no matter what I say.
Oh and I have an obvious run in my tights that I just noticed.
Something has to change. I don’t know what I can change, but something. Or I’m going to blow back up like a balloon. This is like a never ending nightmare.