GRAHH ADVENTURES IN WEIGHT LOSS.

GRAHHH extra six pounds, why do you exist!? I got rid of you two weeks ago, and now you just decide to come back for a visit??? Just stay off, you fuckers! GET OFF MY TUMMEH.

Grr.

In other news, I had a dream last night that was a *sequel* of a dream I've had previously. (Has that ever happened to you guys?) Luckily it was an awesome dream. I was a babysitter for the Obamas, and spent the entire time making little play-doh figures, and Barack and Michelle Obama were really super nice to me. AND, in return for my services, Obama said he'd write my letter of recommendation for grad school. SWEET.

(In case you were wondering about Crazy Obama Dream pt 1, I had a dream once where I helped Michelle Obama deliver a premature baby. Wierd.)