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18 May 2015, 09:34

Halfway through Tready Time. I either am starting too intense or when you lay off for 4 days, your stamina drains away. Or maybe I have diabetes. Doug keeps saying there’s something wrong with me and I need to go to the doctor. I may have diabetes. I think I do or some other heinous affliction but I really can’t do anything about it. No health insurance, you see, and it’s too late to Obamacare my ass.

Tiredness is really my big problem. I have a shit ton of sugar, and I perk right up – not even caffeine – SUGAR. Too much caffeine gives me migraines and the jitters. After a shit ton of sugar, I feel better and I start to go yuck when I have that teaspoon of sugar too much, so I’m probably not overdosing on the stuff. And when I get an owie, it takes forever to heal. But I’ve always been like that, my owies take forever to clear up. Bruises stay forever. I may have an iron deficiency. I would go on WebMD, but when I do, I stay there for days and then I discover a dozen other ailments that I probably have.

Yeah. There’s probably a plethora of maladies I have going on, but we all can’t live forever. I keep saying that Doug should get a life insurance policy on me, because since I court irony, I’ll drop over stone dead before him, and he should cash in, if for no other reason than to keep my dogs in the lifestyle to which they’ve grown accustom.

I eat pretty well, and my legs are rock solid muscle now (although the rest of me is a nice soft doughy consistency). I am losing about 1.5 pounds a week which, according to the Mayo Clinic’s website, is a healthy rate of weight loss. I’m just old and tired. BLAH.

AND, drumroll, I’m getting calls for interviews and jobs. YAY-fucking-boooyah. I can’t take any of them because they are in Atlanta and its 3+ hours away from here.

Trying to think of anything amusing, but nothing really comes to mind. Well. Nothing I can reiterate because of certain people’s right to privacy and desperate attempt not to be embarrassed in public. Let’s just say, that in the court of public opinion, a) I am right, and b) It’s not my fault.

Yes. You guessed it. I’m stalling. I don’t want to Tready anymore. Ever. But I’m getting a second wind from all the sugar I’m sucking down. Plus, I’ve been on the internet feeding trolls too much. You can never change their minds, and some of them are bat shit crazy, and you don’t really want the attention of the bat shit crazies.

Okay. Nuff stallin’. HERE I GO.