I scraped open my hand in a bad way.
I tried on a bra that's a cup size smaller and discovered that I'm not a C anymore. I'm offically a B.
I also tried on a swimsuit, and in the light in that tiny little room, I realized that somehow, as much as my body has changed in the last few years, I've still got legs that look like they're from one of those "Bahama Mama" calendars you can get at spencer's.
Work is so boring that it's not even a distraction and I find it really hard to just stay until my shift is up. Because I literally have *nothing* to do. But I'm also not doing very well in the money department (not as well as I'd prefer, anyway) and so I need to get all the hours I can in the next week and a half.
I just feel *off*.
Sooo tired and bleh.
I'm not worried, I'm not stressing. I'm not freaking out/backing out of anything.
I'm just not feeling all that great, I guess.