Oh, Yeah, There Was Caffiene...

Alright, so I had a frap this morning, affagado, which is with a shot of expresso added, no whip, of course. They put it in a venti cup, so it was like Bonus! Anyways, that's supposed to be my sustanance for the day. Then I had to take some Advil, so I had some crackers, not many, less than 10, I swear. Anyways, feeling less shakey now, and hopefully the pain will subside, I wish completely and for good. It's 11 and man, is this day going slow!! Nothing going on whatsoever. I wish I could leave early. I go to lunch in an hour. No idea what I will do to pass the time. Not going to eat, already did the coffee thing for the day. Don't want to spend money, don't NEED anything. Maybe just sit in the car or drive around. Maybe get a sweet tea from Chik-Fil-A, but that involves going to the mall, which involves the risk of buying something-probably shouldn't. I wish I could become bulemic, that sounds stupid, I know, throwing up is really bad for you, I mean, stomach acid burns your throat, it makes your breath smell and rots your teeth. Also, unless it's necessary and has been a sufficient amount of time, you could throw up medicine that hasn't had time to be absorbed fully by your body. So as awesome as it would be to eat and not have it deposit in my body, throwing up is definately not the way to go. Especially because I just feel like it's kind of selling out. I mean, use some fucking restraint and just don't eat, or don't eat so much. I know I'm a good one to say that. Half of this thing is devoted to me bitching about how I can't not be a fat-ass and the self-loathing that accompanies it, but as of right now, even though a small amount of solid food HAS crossed my lips, I feel good that it was hardly anything, and I didn't go overboard. This can tide me over now, and I just wish I could go to bed for a week and wake up skinny. I could do it, too. Maybe I'll take off of work...