I very rarely eat baked goods these days. As much as I adore chowing down on a Cheesymite scroll, the more baked goods I wolf down, the worse my mood becomes.

I feel like a ghost today. The fat chick in the corner that everyone avoids. These last couple of days have been busy. It’s nice to slot into one’s job position for the first time in a very long time.

Today, however, is a day where everything has gone down the toilet, I feel like such a fat bimbo.

It’ll pass. Ceiling Cat says it will so it must be true.

Wake me when the dancing lemurs arrive. I’m dreading Friday.