I'm excited. Tonight I get to watch Scrubs. I love that show. Mostly, because it's a great escape from the trama's and scary things happening in my life at the moment.
And you, stupid lady at Weight Watchers, you don't scare me. I'll take my cousin's funeral or my dad in the hospital any day over your meetings about fiber and water consumption.
Don't get me wrong. The program is working for me. I wish I could get to 10 pounds, but I'm not there yet. It's cool, as long as I don't say fuck it and eat 3 pounds of cheese.
In other news, I must get the rest of my Easter cards in the mail.