come to think of it, i wonder what i even did with the pants I bought there. not that it matters, as i'm sure I wouldn't fit in them.
also my period started with no warning so i basically want to do nothing but eat chocolate and salty things and also drink a lot of real coke. Who on earth even has "undeniable need for real coke" as a symptom? It has to be coke too, it can't be pepsi or rc or anything. monthlyinfo (super simple and awesome site for keeping track of when your period is/will be, ladies) was all cranky about my 50-day gap because it's whacking out my average; it sent me my 'your period' is coming email over two weeks ago. anyway i'm exhausted and achy and craving basically anything that will keep me fat, so when baby brother asked where we ought to go i was like FRIENDLYS and then ate the most fried thing I could possibly order. ps Friendly's has the chicken parm supermelts back.
Also yesterday at the dermatologist we tried experimental treatment...5? 6? for the wart, which was "inject candida directly into the wart to try and trick my immune system into fighting it." It doesn't hurt as bad as the bleomyacin inoculations did, at least, but it was all weird itchy/burny inside my foot all yesterday, and it's still sore to walk on it a little today.
I went to the gym in spite of all that, not like i'll ever feel like I want to go anyway, and by the time i finished that i essentially just wanted to crawl into a hole, esp a hole that had some peanut butter cups in it D: we're going to the hockey game tonight, though, Hershey v Binghamton, which musikologie reports is "the dirtiest team in the AHL." we like hockey fights, so hopefully that will be good times. assuming the ibprofen kicks in like any time now.
the land of milk chocolate, that's so exactly where I ought to go right now D: D: D: