Wow, I go from not blogging in months to 3 posts in one day. I'm not PMSing or anything, but I feel emotional. Ugh, my blog isn't even supposed to be all sappy & shit, it's supposed to be funny & sarcastic...cynical, even.
With a pep-talk from the Athletic Director at my j-o-b, I took my arse to the gym today to get back in the game. I walked the treadmill for 50 mins, then did some weights/strength training for a bit. I feel lightheaded, though, because I tried to read a magazine while walking. Boo. I feel all nauseous now. So much so that my ride home was terrible. I tried rolling the window down, but that made me feel worse. I thought I was going to throw up along the side of my car door, which reminded me of the last time I went out binge drinking a few months ago. That wasn't a good look...and I didn't feel like cleaning the side of my car (inside OR out) tonight. So, I chanted the famous line from Jenny Curran in Forrest Gump, Dear God, make me a bird. So I could fly far...far far away from here.
I don't know what made me to it...but it just came out. And I cracked up. That's not the first time I've said that, either. I think I said it earlier today, too. This post is really random, but hell, isn't that what a blog is for?
My momma always said, "Life was like a box of chocolates. You never know what you're gonna get." --Forrest Gump
