At work this evening, somewhere between my 16 ounces of diet coke and two Excedrin, my body decided to revolt against me and is freaking out as if I have over-dosed on Red Bull. (It is not a pretty thing when I OD on Red Bull, trust me, but that has nothing to do with anything aside from the fact that it demonstrates how completely random and whacked-out I am at the moment). Therefore, it is rapidly approaching midnight and I'm still wide awake. What more is there to do but blog? So, I shall update my lovely readers on the status of that Personal Pact that I described to you in my last visit to the blogging world.
Step one was taking care of myself. I know, I know, it doesn't look like it at the moment, but I really am getting better!!!... A little... I went an entire half a week straight of eating like a human, that counts for something, right? And yes ladies and gentlemen, kids of all ages, Kaycee cut her hair. Kaycee cut eleven inches off of her hair. Kaycee was traumatized for three days and almost cried. Kaycee is slowly getting used to it though: she does best when it's curled, because when it's straight, it looks like somebody just hacked it all off and Kaycee finds that disturbing. Kaycee derives joy from speaking in third person, can you tell?
Step two was getting off my lazy bum and doing stuff. I'm on Pleasure Reading Book number 2 and the Dark Warriors are just fixing to kidnap Inierae (who was very excited when I finally named her instead of continuing to call her "[Princess]"). Again, not the entire second step, but we're getting there.
Step three... well, I don't have a car and I work most nights. I'll have to wait on that one.
*deep sigh of satisfaction* Wherever would life be without progress?
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