|No one understands me.|
Sad. But getting there. Maybe.
I, on the other hand, have been dragging through this week like I'm trying to walk through mud in chains. Next time I plan a vacation, I'm going to plan to come back to work on a short week. This is madness. I've set my alarm for 5:10am every morning this week, and I haven't gotten up ONCE for an earlybird workout. I just snooze every ten minutes until it's 6:30am and I have to get up. That's a lot of snoozing.
I also haven't cooked a real dinner since we got back. By "real" I mean something that takes longer than throwing together a random-as-heck salad of kale, sprouts, chipotle peppers, and a Boca burger. Or just a Boca burger and some eggs.
Apparently I've got a thing for Boca burgers these days. Those are healthy, right? I'm getting all the necessary nutritional value. Agree with me. AGREE.
I've also got a thing for wine.
|It used to be full I promise.|
And Slim Jims. Oh. My. God. Do I ever have a thing for Slim Jims.
I discovered these in Fargo (thank you Sam, I'm just going to go ahead and start buying sweatpants and sweatshirts because those are the only things I will be able to fit into soon) because Nick's mom had a box in their pantry. The first day I learned about their existence, I ate five. Within about two hours. And then someone gave me a box of my own to take back to Chicago. I don't remember who actually gave me the box (Sam? Nick's dad?) because I was in too much bliss holding my very own box of Slim Jims to remember anything else.
I think I'll go and have one now...