second night in a row

Heading out to Williamsburg.  I am so tired it’s not even funny… why I am going out again, so far away is beyond me.  Why I am carpooling out with someone who brings me "cause you’re fun to dance with" but hurt his back and isn’t going to be dancing, also, beyond me.  No wait.  It’s not.  I like to torture myself, and it goes both ways.

Just waiting on laundry to get done.  I really needed clean jeans… I for some reason can’t find my 2nd favorite pair so the decision was to wash and attempt to dry the favorite pair that I’ve been wearing for like 2 weeks straight and had stretched so much they weren’t wanting to stay up for the past 3 days.  Totally awkward at work.  And when trying to dance.  We invented a new move that involved pulling my pants back up while dancing… didn’t perfect it though… always ended up totally breaking te flow of the dance.  Anyways, washing and drying should re-shrink them.  Hopefully, I donno I was told last night that I am losing weight and the scale has been agreeing.  Guess that’s what happens when you skip breakfast and keep forgetting to eat a real dinner.  Whatever… annorexia is the new budget.

Time to check on the jeans… I hope they are almost dry!!!  I don’t like sitting around waiting.

~Katy