I’m just loving life when I am laying in bed and writing before 9PM! My stomach was in a bad way today; not only did I have an emergency evacuation this morning when I woke up, but I had a second one once I got to work. I can’t pinpoint where the aggravation is coming from, but if I were to guess it’s either continual die off catalyzed and sustained by the ParaFy tinctures or a potential reaction to the diet change, although it’s something new so I can’t imagine it’s from the diet.

I met up and caught up with Cher for lunch today. She got back from her trip yesterday and it sounds like she had a great time; the conversation wasn’t too deep so I’m unsure how she’s processing everything she has been through the past month and a half. Cheryl’s resilient though and she is a good woman… I am certain she’ll break through the barriers.

Work is such a drag. I undoubtedly feel like lowest man on the totem pole and although everyone is nice it’s still not a very welcoming environment. It kind of reminds me of a sweat shop, but for luxury jewelry. Which makes the days go by quickly, but nothing about it is really enjoyable to me. I don’t like the marketing lady. She’s bossy, assumptive, not great at her job and worst of all… fat. I’ve always had something against obese people. I think it’s because no one should ever become obese. I have more respect for most inmates.

After work I bolted over to Pearl Street Nails because my nails looked horrendous and you need to level up in this job even if you’re not seen by the customers (fun fact: I very rarely get my nails done more than once a year). I tipped him extra because I appreciated them staying late for me. It’s good though because I needed to start dressing like an adult again. My mother bought me these kickass boots from Thursday Boot Company. I wear them every day now; they’re great on snow/ice and they match everything. I am not a designer gal, but I very adamantly recommend these boots to anyone looking for a statement Chelsea boot. Once I was out of the nail salon I zipped over to the gym to shower before closing because of my emergency evacs. I hate sitting in sludge over night, so I took a quick fifteen minute shower and bebopped back into our little trailer to cook up some zucchini noodles with pesto sauce. It was pretty dang good! Now I’m decompressing by writing and listening to Russell Brand speak the truth.

I wish I could simply fall asleep now, but there’s too much to do. Not to mention I just looked at boots for Cory for the last half hour… and I just realized I have another XL zit materializing from my face. That’s great. I have been eating a lot of fructose of late.