I hate mornings

It's 8 am and I'm awake. I look at people who get to actually sleep in during the summer with envy, but I love my job so I'm not terribly upset about missing a few hours of sleep.

This weather is killing me and I stepped on the scale today...well...it was scary, i'm convinced that scale must be broken or I need to start eating much better ASAP. I'd try a no carbs thing but I tried that before and on the second day I looked at my breakfast of eggs and bacon but no toast and felt sort of ill. I can't help it, I come from a family who considers dinner an excuse for having bread. I also probably shouldn't have had that bagel yesterday at work, but I was so tired and I've found that if I can eat, I'm less tired. It's probably not a good thing.

( Strange tv dream from last night )

Oh, and I voted for Rich and Cory last night on Last Comic Standing, I was enjoying Ralphie until he just kept screaming the same phrase over and over, and I'm totally convinced that Rich would make a great tv father, I'd watch it and there aren't enough evil kids on tv.

Now, to get ready for work.