Owing to the fact that it was 1:30am and I had finally gotten some cash money into my pocket, the decision to get fast food after a full day of work AND babysitting didn't appear so wretched. I hadn't had a full meal yesterday and there it was. Neon lights a'twinkling.
So of course I curbed the temptation and just went home to sleep. HA. Nope, I had forty dollars in my pocket and had just listened to a baby scream for no less than four hours. I went through the drive-through and got two cheeseburgers and a milkshame.*
(*NOTE: I actually typed out 'milkshame' instead of 'milkshake' and I'm going to keep it. Some mistakes have great meaning.)
Owing now to the worst decision of the night, my stomach is trying to attack my intestines and while they are putting up a good fight, I think I might die. TMI. I know, I know, "tell more information." It's been so frighteningly horrid that my legs have begun to tingle from my shins down whenever I go to the bathroom.
...Someone call an ambulance while I do p90x and sob uncontrollably.
I am calling off all junk food in the near future. I've got my sisters wedding (!) to get ready for and some other nice happenings that I would prefer not to wear a moo-moo to attend. Plus, I don't know how drunk-late-nighters do it, but--never again.
(Rita, don't you just love that your wedding gets announced on my blog in the same breath as my digestive problems? Love you, sister.)
So segwaying from the most American-esque story I know to the announcement I intended. I am still currently living in Kalamazoo. I was without internet for around a month, and when I did get it installed, it just so happens that I still have a full-time job that I work six-days a week. Not much time for blogging. Yet, time to save some money for...wait for it....a trip to Germany around Christmas!
I will again try to update more often. But no guarentees. This is a read-at-your-own-risk-type deal.
Here we go again. Welcome back, internet.
