tired...still

You know you’re tired when you drink an entire monster (this is ME drinking a monster people) and it doesn’t faze you at all. At all. Nothing. In fact, you’re more tired by the act of drinking it and digesting what little sugar it has. That was me a few days ago- fast forward to today. I have officially joined the ranks of the undead. I feel awful. I just can’t sleep lately, and no matter how much shut-eye I manage in a day, I’m left even more exhausted then before.

Note to self, overeating does not compensate for lack of sleep. This is a habit I must break now.

I was going to post a recipe for bubble tea, but apparently you have to be a Zen master to properly cook tapioca. My first attempt produced invisible tapioca blobs, which are great for a diet, but not for bubble tea. My second attempt resulted in mushy tadpole eggs. So, round three consists of little white balls in an overnight Jacuzzi. I pray it works BECAUSE I REALLY WANT BUBBLE TEA! So, tomorrow, I promise.

I wish I could say today was interesting enough to blab about it, but it really wasn’t. I had my interview at starbucks and as I watched the droves of people entering and exiting, I seriously contemplated what the heck I was getting into. The way I’m feeling, I just want a mindless job that’s quite and requires the brainpower of a newt. Yes, that would be wonderful. I also got to learn disarming techniques in self-defense. I’m definitely going to need some practice. My partner is getting speedy, so I ended up kneed in the boob and having my arm bent in an interesting direction. Hey, at least I can kick, right?

I do love my partner though. She’s totally awesome, and I wish she could see that. We talked a little bit about weight loss and how she wanted to lose a few pounds. She’s tired of seeing all the pretty girls on tv. I tried to tell her that they are fake- but looking back to my high school years, that advice really sucks. She said I was perfect- I just shook my head. No, I’m the result of an eating disorder and horrific self-esteem. Please don’t want to be like me, you’re already, truly beautiful. You’ve got a head on your shoulders, a compassionate heart, a spicy attitude and pretty eyes. Don’t think for a second you should be like “those girls.” Give them two years, tops.