Tomorrow

Less than 24 hours until I have my first therapist appointment. My stomach is turning and I kept feeling sick today. I dread to think what tomorrow is going to be like. My appointment is at 3pm. So I'm going to the gym before my appointment. The gym is on the next block down from the therapist's office. So I'll do 30 minutes or so cardio, take a shower and go to my appointment. I don't feel like battling traffic to get home, just to drive halfway back to work for my appointment. So this way, it'll get me to the gym. Since I've only been averaging 1 visit a week for spin class on Saturday. And I need to get back to going to the gym. The Wii Fit is just not cutting it. I bought some new bras yesterday. I kinda figured I needed a 38, not a 36. But I went from a DD to a DDD. When I tried it on in the dressing room, I just wanted to cry. Who am I kidding, I still want to cry because I feel like such a pig.




But to lift my spirits a little bit, (and being the bitch that I am) I parked next to one of the wanna-be-pretty-boys who live on the floor below. This guy has this POS sports car and thinks he's the shit. Either that or he thinks he's cool because he goes to P(S)U. I have never met one person who went there that didn't have a superiority complex. He doesn't seem any different. But let me say, he's going to Berks campus of P(S)U , wasn't he smart enough to go to main? Either way, it's not impressive. He obviously thinks he is special enough that he can park on the line in a parking lot that doesn't have enough spots so as it is. Again, being the bitch that I am, I parked on the side where he was parked on the line. He does it all the freaking time. Today, I snapped a picture, I'm going to print it out at work tomorrow, type up a letter to the office and drop it off. Hey, rules are rules. One car, one spot per unit parked in front of the building (they both park right in front of the entrance)