I swear I'm just going to spend today lying in bed wearing these comfy fleecy pants things that my neighbor dumped for the Bosnians and I'm keeping. Because I am in a whiny snit again. And don't even bother to kvetch about my whining, anonymous. Just close the door quietly and keep your eye rolling to yourself.
I've done what I was supposed to. Lost weight, adjusted diet, added this, subtracted that and my stomach still hates me. So now I'm regressing to someone who's about four years old and saying unfair! it's unfair! I held up my end of the bargain! [Didn't your four-year-olds talk like that? Mine sure did.]
And I write books, taking my time being careful---okay, careful-ish--and where are the gazillions of sales?
I follow the rules and still don't win the stuffed pink monkey? That's worth at least a two-hour snit, right? I'll count my blessings later, but don't expect a post about that.
For one thing I have to go to the dentist for a twice annual visit and write a bunch of words. I won't stop following the rules unless someone gives me a reason. Come on Binky the Clown, give me something good.