Channeling my inner Chandler Bing

Could this week BE any busier? 

The work never ends. And never will apparently. 

And I think I have a cold. Because why not. 

Terrible week for the scale. Undid three weeks of progress. I blame stress. And not ALL THE WINE. And gelato. 

Heard from a friend who hasn’t heard from me in a while. But when I said things are ok-but-not-100%, that ended that. Hmm. 

Oh well. No time to “do me.” I got 99 things to do and working this weekend damn sure ain’t one of them. 

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