blue ribbon brownie.

Could I eat any more crap? Renita and I went to Crapplebee's today for lunch. Not only did I eat an entire platter of nachos, I also got a "blue ribbon brownie". I'm still eating the god foresaken thing. If I don't lose weight soon, I'll end up bed ridden where a crane would have to lift me out of my house. Someone please give me some motivation.

Jerry and I went to the pub quiz on sunday night. Out of 40 questions, we got 14 right. And after a couple or 5 ciders and many games of darts, I got home at midnight with the sole intention of calling in sick to work on monday. And I did. Not a very adult-like decision, but I sure as hell didn't want to go to work smelling like a brewery, not to mention, I had to be there at 6am for some training I've been trying to avoid because of the early time. This girl is not a morning person. But it has been rescheduled for next week. I can't get out of it this time. And whoever said I was a completely responsible adult, anyway?

And it's official-The Police are going on tour. The closest place to Knoxville is the Bonneroo festival. I would be tempted to go, but then I would have to get someone to go with me and that's 99.9% impossible. So I'll have to wait until the full list of tour dates comes out. But I am determined to see The Police before I die. If I met Stewart Copeland, I think I would shit my pants right there and then pass out. Hopefully, I would be able to get a picture of him before that happens.