Nobody Knows ...

.. the tired I feel.

I actually had to take a break second period today -- so that's like 8:45 -- and go down to the faculty room and close my eyes for twenty minutes. I set the alarm on the phone and yes, it woke me. I fell asleep sitting up on a couch in the faculty room. As much as it pains me, I may have to try to go to sleep tonight at ten, which means no George Lopez, but I gotta be a little pro-active here.

In other news, I went to see Resnick the Gut Doctor today and he said, among other things, that I need a CAT scan of my liver and I need to keep losing weight. Because he suspects there are fat deposits in my liver, which could lead to, among other things, cirrhosis, and I want to tell you, I am not having that. I haven't consumed as much alcohol in my life as your typical sixteen year old, for one, and for two, I haven't been overweight long enough for it to kill my liver. I realize the Resbnick is being diligent, and that's what you want your doctor to do, but I am not having this. Anyway, no emergency; I'm having the CAT scan on President's Day -- February 16 -- when I'm also having blood work, since it's all fasting so a day when there's no school is best.

As for me, as soon as I talk to R, which should be in ten minutes or so, I'm jumping back on the Wii Fit, because it is certainly the cause of my recent loss of about five pounds. I need to do it every day, if I can, instead of three or four times a week, and it's just too bad if it interferes with everybody else's Internet. (Although I just moved the router a little while ago, so maybe that problem is solved.)

Anyway, I hear the Hubs in the kitchen, so that means he's not on the Internet. I can probably fit in my body test before she calls. I wonder how much the pastrami sandwich I just had weighs? I didn't eat the bread, I swear!


WATCHING FAMILY GUY :: ENTRY #1970
READING: Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norell by Susanna Clarke