Dwayne and I have both had the deep down blues lately. His is, I think, his lack of blood pressure medicine. When he goes off of it (as he does a lot BC he doesn't call his doctor the required sixteen days or so in advance it would require for the fool to get off his drugged out ass and call in a scrip)he first gets the red ass, then gets depressed. Me, I got no such excuse, other than the low point in both my depressive and hormonal cycles happening at the same time. oh I enjoy being a girl.

good news is, though, I'm officialy announicing that I'm in the '60's. I was at 268.8 this a.m., and although I haven't seen that number the required 2 times to make it official, I have seen a 6 in the middle for more than 2 days. Hooray for me! This walking thing is really working. I enjoy it, except for the 50-cent-sized piece (no not 50cent's piece..got no idea about the size of that) blister on my right foot just under my big toe that gets worse every time I walk on it...but it doesn't hurt real bad until I stop. It will eventually turn into a callous, and I deserve the pain for all the bad things I do.

Not really much else to report. Still showing up for my required hours in hell, I graduated thursday. they gave me a certificate and the worlds worst ID badge.I think I'm supposed to uh, care or something. The ID is worse than my worst driver's license picture. The bitch who took it wouldn't retake it. It's really something to see. I'll have to get Dwayne to hook up the scanner and scan it on here so ya'll can see. it's truly a sight to behold.

Since I'm off today, maybe I'll take Sophia for a girl day. we haven't had one of those for a long time.
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