Winter SUX and so do Lucky Charms.

I am not in NYC tonight, have drinks in some trendy hotel bar with my friend. I am in shithole Milwaukee.

Friggin' snow and east coast wusses. Cancel the flights? It sure as hell better be a big snow storm blowing about. And with the cancellations, I still don't have a definite flight plan for Monday when I actually do need to be in the city for a meeting the next day.

On the upside, I have a free weekend to do what I want--and no one is expecting me to do a damn thing. Thinking about some shopping. Maybe a trip north to see the folks. Possibly some closet cleaning. Could do a few new videos for YouTube. (Dang MM. It's all her fault.) Or I could do nothing.



I can tell you I'm not going to eat another Lucky Charm. I think I ate about 2000 calories of crap today. Seriously. My gut is churning from the junk I stuffed into the pouch. I haven't eaten with such abandon in a long, long time. I swear to god, sugar is addicting. I honestly could not stop my brain from thinking about the crap. I had no will power whatsoever. I couldn't even get that flippin' "nothing tastes as good as thin feels" mantra to do its brainwashing thing. Tomorrow, it's protein all day. I have to make sure I stay in the size 12 black jeans I bought this week. Yep, you read that right. SIZE 12! I think that's what I wore in 5th grade--or at least what the tag read on the shorts from Gayle Englebrecht, my mom's friend.

I'm rambling. Whatever. Deal. Snow sux.