Holy Week, Holy Shit

Well, we're approaching the final stretch. It's Holy Week and I know I can survive the next three and a half days with no problems.

It's been a pretty uneventful week, truth be told.

My plans for Sunday include having a soda (We have Coke and Mt. Dew. YIPPEE!) and eating chocolate. I plan on spending Sunday afternoon in a sugar coma, followed by a terrible sugar overdose headache. I wish I had access to a scale, because it would be nice to know how much, if any, weight I lost in the past six weeks. I'm sure it's not much, but I can see it in my face that I lost some.
Speaking of weight-loss, congrats to Reba for her tremendous accomplishment.

Tomorrow night I'm heading into Appleton for the night to hang out with my friend Susan. There's something that feels blasphemous about going out for beers on Maundy Thursday.

This coming Tuesday I have an appointment with a dermatologist. I'm nervous and excited. Finally, I can get some help with something that has literally plagued me my whole life. I'm almost twenty-seven and I have the complexion of a fourteen-year old.

I really hate to end this so suddenly, and with no news at all, but I've been having a weird day with a headache and it's utterly stuff and dry in the house.
Plus the internet is painfully slow (what a revelation).

Cheers you cheeky monkeys.
J.