Thar she blows

Holy shit, I gained 4 pounds in ONE fucking day. I feel like a total fucking whale. My pants are unzipped halfway down - it's that bad. Not only did I gain 4 pounds in one day, I am now the heaviest I've ever been in my life - 126. I'm in total crisis mode now; I have skipped breakfast and might skip lunch too. I hate feeling so fucking fat. Hopefully at least some of it is waste and will be gone after I go to the bathroom. This weekend was really a mixed bag. We spent half of it waiting for Bill to come and then he finally showed up Saturday night. I got a lot of chores done - but I got really angry because the dryer got full of quarters and I had to deal with one load that was kinda sorta dry, and another one that was right out of the washer. I hung the kinda sorta dry stuff all over the apt. and had to lug the wet stuff down the street to the laundromat, which was a huge rip off - I pumped like 8 quarters into the damned machine and got like 48 minutes. While that was going on, I drank and did the dishes. I keep having really bad nightmares. I wake up completely fucking terrified, it sucks. Justin doesn't mind me waking him up for comfort but I feel bad if I do. He thinks they're due to the stress of my job right now. Everyone is walking into my building with a sour fucking face this morning; either ignoring me totally or making a half hearted attempt at a "hello"...too fucking depressing. I know when I hear "How was your weekend?" they're not talking to me, because nobody cares about me here. Well, Matt does but he's leaving in 2 weeks so I'm already trying to distance myself from him. He was all excited this morning as he's taking exams for computer repair stuff and did well on them. I'm just too grumpy to care. I really hate Mondays. On the plus side I am off tomorrow! The down side? I'm going to the dentist. But my appt. is at 1:40 so I'll have all morning to sleep in and hang out. This should be good. I think today's gonna be stressful. My boss just had to go to VA for her son's impromptu wedding (he has cancer and he and his gf are super religous and so they had to get married so she could move in with him to take care of him)...she left at like the crack of dawn Sat. morning and came home late last night - she couldn't take any time off -  but she's off Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday. I'm definitely in a crappy mood, but enough rambling for now, I'm off to Fark for some much needed laughs.