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.