April 17, 2005
24.
Divorced.
Soon to return to the hell that is Arkansas.
Broke my wrist skiing.
The “check engine” light in my car has been on for a week and there’s a constant cloppity clop sound when I drive. Seriously considering just putting a sticker over the check engine light and turning the radio up really loud so I can’t hear the cloppity clop.
Nightmares are back with a vengeance.
Oh yeah… and the store was completely out of my favorite kind of Skittles.
Silver lining: treadmill is broken, which is a very valid excuse to get fat.