3: cups of coffee necessary to get me out the door and through the morning at the office.
2: times that I push “repeat” on my ipod for “Time of My Life” by Pauly D ft. Dash. It’s my latest and greatest of songs I intend to overplay and kill. But for now, I love you Pauly. Yeeeaaaah buddy.
4: comments on how healthy I am to eat salad almost every day for lunch. Yes, it’s salad. Yes, I’m somewhat healthy. We established this the first 50 times you said it. Why the need to comment? Every day? Really?
5: games of Scramble with Friends played while eating mentioned salad for lunch. I’m sort of in love with that game. I’ve had an iphone for all of 5 months and am obsessed. It’s scary.
1: large cup of hot tea to go with my plundering of the “Candy Wednesday” bucket. There’s a good chance I would be classified as “addicted to caffeine”.I may also be “addicted to candy”. But this is something you already knew. So we won’t dwell on it.
1: comment on how “bad” I must feel for eating mentioned candy. Healthy balance, guys. Learn it. Live it. Love it. And pass me another Heath Bar, please.
8: curse words from my mouth while sitting in traffic. Give or take 20 if there is game traffic or an accident.
And there was traffic last night.
At least it’s contained to my own personal motor vehicle, right? Glass half full.
15: Number of times the radio station will be switched as soon as Adele or Rihanna comes on. Sorry girls, I didn’t ruin it, so much as every single radio station in the country did. Overplayed and over it. Time to play some more Pauly D…
3.7: miles ran. Feel good and fist pump my success because I was listening to Pauly D’s song again. Feel especially celebratory after sneaking in some lunges and squats via Jillian Michaels.
The squats are probably what made me go “ugggghhhh” when getting out of bed this morning.
Food options are scarce as I am currently playing the “let’s clean out the refrigerator” game before leaving for the extended weekend. Luckily, I still love to put hot sauce in everything. Buffalo tuna sandwich. Again.
It tastes better than it sounds. Promise.
It also tastes better than it looks. This could be my ugliest dinner in a long time. And yes, I accidentally burned the sandwich thin. Took me way too long to figure out what the source of the burning smell was. I should probably never live alone ever again…
6.5: hours of sleep had. The beginning of summer heat is always a hard transition for me and my top story room. No worries, though. We’ll get used to it.
And here we are on this fine Thursday morning.
Rinse and repeat.
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