Despite the fact that I had a sobbing fit of a panic attack last night, and despite the fact that I didn't actually fall asleep until well past sunrise, (Did you notice that the sky looked red last night?) today has actually been a surprisingly productive day. Today I began what I'm calling day one of I'm tired of being pathetically out of shape. Now, those of you who actually know me might be scoffing- yes I know. I'm fucking skinny- but that has nothing to do with my motivations in this endeavor. I've never sought out losing weight and I probably never will (never say never). My black lungs and mutilated heart need help, need strengthening. I'm tired of feeling tired all the time. At least now with my meager efforts, I'll have a better reason for it. So cheers to that.

I baked a kick ass chocolate cake yesterday and I'm planning on starting something else (probably apple related) tonight. I'm not exactly sure what this means, all the baking I've been doing, but a girl needs to find new ways of expelling both sexual frustration and creativity somehow and right now I think that baking suits me (not to mention the fact that I get to eat whatever it is that I make...).

(What's with all the parentheses?)

To be continuted. Time to spend money at the soon to be gone Tower Records...