Weight this morning, 202 pounds. Loss this week, 2 pounds. Total loss, 15 pounds.
I don't know what's up with these bad Sunday night dreams. I don't hate my job. I like my job. And yet, I wake up on Monday morning from dreams of disappointing people, to the sounds of Iggy yowling miserably, and I just want to cry.
I didn't finish a rough draft.
I didn't answer any calls or emails.
I gained weight.
And I'm going to be late to work again.
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