There is a random bruise on my leg and It really hurts

 Good morning readers, 

Yes it is true. There is a giant knot on my left leg that hurts so bad. Not sure where that came from, but my entire leg is in severe pain. Now, I am writing to you all from my Thursday 9:30 AM class with Colleen King, "Broadcast and TV writing." This class is so cake because I've already been doing everything she is teaching for almost two years now. But that's not the point. It has come to my attention (thank you Daniel) that I banged the same knee multiple times last night at Legends. I was unaware. Don't know when I lost consciousness. It was somewhere between my 3rd Long Island and the shot of patron we took with Ashley. (Ashley, if you're reading this, love you girl.)

Anyways, I am really hungry. And I woke up still drunk this morning. Does everyone in my class know I am severely hungover? Is the liquor seeping out of my pores...? Should have gotten a snack with my crisp Diet Coke when I went into Circle K before class. I made a severe mistake. I also made a devastating mistake last night when I didn't nuke ALL of the Wingstop geekma graciously ordered for me last night. I miss you, Louisiana Voodoo fries. I need to stop eating so big anyway, considering Cabo is in EXACTLY one week. 

 But, I will probably eat an egg sandwich later and it is going to be really good, I can already tell. I made one yesterday for lunch. Let me tell you, it was really good. It had a fried egg, cheese, some onion, ham and turkey on it. Of course I heated that jawn up like on some grilled cheese/panini shit. Dan told me the other day that you can take the fat out of the girl, but you can't take the girl out of the fat. And I really resonate with that. He also told me that I make food look really good when I eat it.... I get the point Dan, thank you.

I'm always thinking about when in high school I would come downstairs at like 1 am and make a sandwich that had Nutella and peanut butter on it. And yes, I would heat it up in a pan. It was just better that way. Wash that shit down with a glass of milk and you're golden I swear. As I have gotten older I've really strayed away from sweet treats and that makes me sad. I remember when Isabel and I used to go to Casey's late at night and get chocolate chip cookies, puppy chow, and like three different types of candy when we hung out. And you know we were getting that cool blue Gatorade too... second best flavor compared to glacier cherry, but cool blue is the Isabel and Rylee classic flavor. Maybe that's why I was 200 pounds before... it was always a mystery to me. 

Every Thursday I feel the severe need to skip my 3:30 PM class. The week is over y'all, I'm clocking out. However, I will still go because I already have to skip next week to catch a flight. And I have to miss this 9:30 class which I haven't skipped yet so that is kind of a bummer.  Dan is reading this as I type.... he better still reread it and comment on it or it is so over for him. Although I have not commented on his new post yet... am I the problem? (NO.) (He said yes.) (He knows that is not true.) 

Well blog, I am gonna leave this one here. I will miss you all dearly. Until next time!

Feeling: Like my leg might fall off and sad I am going to have to poop without my squatty potty.