So I really have nothing of substance to say except that I almost liked Palin. Almost.

I listened to her acceptance speech. It was pretty good. She's an excellent public speaker. Up until she said something sarcastic about Obama wanting to make sure terrorists are read their rights. The thing republicans seem to be forgetting is that this is still America, the land of the free. You really can't have it both ways. Either everyone is equal and has rights or some people are and others aren't. 

Anyway... 

So... there's this girl...

Stories that start that way almost always end badly with me. This one is no different. But maybe it's not over yet. Who knows?

First things first. I got out of the shower yesterday afternoon (I was off you know!) and decided to see how much more weight I would have to lose to be in my favorite “skinny pants” (a pair of black wide-leg jeans I haven't been able to wear since I was 20). I put one leg in and was surprised at how loose it felt. Then I slid the other in and tugged them up... over my thighs... then over my hips... then I buttoned them with ease and zipped them without sucking in.

And I screamed.

I literally bounced around the house laughing and giggling while I got ready for lunch with Master. It feels so good to be back in those jeans. And when we went to lunch, I ordered a $5 sub from Quizznos. I only ate half and half my cookie and saved the rest for later. I'm so proud. Usually I'd force myself to eat at least three quarters before choking down the entire cookie. I still drank way too much soda.

... but I'm so damned annoyed!

So I'm down to 219 and holding. It's pissing me off. I got on the scale this morning and it said 218.4. It's the first time I've been below 219 since this insane scramble to lose started (Speaking of which, I forgot to ask Master if He wanted me to start my new exercise regime today.). And I'm guessing this time next week it'll be back up again.

Work... well, I can't decide if work sucks balls or if my period's making me overly touchy. I was almost in tears when I left the mansion and absolutely livid by the time I got home today. It's not what they're doing so much as what's different. The bosses went from overly cheerful and utterly pleased with my work to suddenly sarcastic and not a smile to be seen. And there is absolutely no indication as to why.

So I decided to write my blog for today. And I'm stuck at nothing.

I've gotten yelled at a lot. Before I even think about what I'm doing I let little smart ass comments slip out of my mouth. I get frustrated and just can't clamp my teeth down on my tongue.

Like the other day... Master and I have started sitting in the bedroom at night instead of being on the computer or watching TV. Sometimes we read. Sometimes we talk. Sometimes we just sit there and stare at the walls making comments every now and then. Really depends on what's going on and how tired we are.