My first attempt at the obits by myself last night and what did I do? Among my two errors, the most glaring was claiming "Mrs. Burnet was the husband of ..." Why did I think I would be able to handle doing this? God, who was I kidding. I'm better off staying in sports. Sigh. I'm such a schlub. It was a stupid error that should have been caught before I sent it off to the copy desk to be put on the page. Again I say, I suck.

I have been so blah lately about everything. I find myself slipping into old bad habits too. Today I ate way too much bad stuff. Definitely overstarched. And over chocolated. And over coffeed. Ugh. I feel like the big fat pig I am. I should have known better than to think I could actually do this, the whole losing weight and keeping it off thing I mean. Granted, I am a little more careful about what I eat on most days. For some reason though, I just can't stay away from the chocolate. It is my downfall. As roomate Marti would say I feel the funk of 40,000 years creeping in again. I don't know where this comes from but it usually starts like this. I get restless and very indifferent about everything. It is part PMS. I will at least admit that but it's also something else. I can't quite put my finger on it. Maybe I've been here too long. I keep saying I want to get out of here. Maybe I need to do that permanantly. Heaven only knows there is not anything left for me around here except a flock of bad memories that fly in and out like the geese that fly over my apartment in the fall. One minute they are there, the next they are gone but inevitably they come back again.