stuffed. stuffy.

while driving to my uncle's house today, i think i was formulating a comparison between love & the game Jenga. then i realized i was stupid & stopped. most of the early part of the day was spent texting back & forth with friends. i was up briefly between 6-7am when i heard my phone go off in the distance. 11 hearts, merry christmas & "why are you up?". then silence & an attempt to get back to sleep. i really didn't feel like i was asleep for long prior to that. i need a new bed, anyone, late xmas gift? so i went to my uncle's & got some stuff & ate dinner. for no special reason, i made it a point to track my weight throughout my visit. let me break it down as such:

• 159.9 lbs - pre-dinner
  
• 161.7 lbs - post-dinner
  
• 161.2 lbs - after i pooped
  
• 162.1 lbs - after desert

you're probably disgusted right now. i also think i'm getting sick with a cold, not good. so after my visit to my uncle's, i met my dad back at his place & grabbed my new guitar. now if only my band would stop being lazy & practice, i could totally try it out, full force.

this week i need to get back on track with things before the year is done. i want to go into 2008 with a better idea of what i'm doing with everything. a lot of things are going to happen this pending year, good & bad. i want to be ready for battle.

so i ate too much, i feel like shit due to this possible sickness, i feel like shit thanks to the calender, i'm hoping for a phone call, i'm tired, i don't want to go to work. my website is back online. goodnight