
Since one always weighs less in the morning, I decided to hop on the scales again, just to feel fabulous about myself. How bloody shallow is that? Really, though, I haven't been below 200 in about 15 years, so this is just an incredible feeling. One of the reasons I felt I'd lost a bit more is I ran out to my car from The Pit yesterday because of the torrential thunderstorm....I ran.....RAN! I haven't run in about 15 years. If Michael Myers came after me now, I could probably get away instead of being the fat girl in the movie that gets slaughtered because she couldn't flee fast enough. Yes, I think about things like that.....probably because Halloween is on Sci-Fi right now.
Today, Aunt Tudi and I are using the movie passes and going to see Star Wars. It's about damned time. Since Dr. Patch owns me, there will be no popcorn or pop, but I don't really care. It's Star Wars, man, Star Wars! I'll be too caught up in the movie magic to nosh. Aunt Tudi, on the other hand, may be chewing on her purse straps. When she gets nervous or excited, she eats. It's a lot like Eddie Izzard's impersonation of someone watching an American action film in "Dress to Kill."
I also need to put Advantage on the animals. I think they may have a flea or two, which will promptly hop on me to escape the poison. I'm prepared to be flea-bitten by this evening. Guh. Hell, why not? I've been munched on by everything else so far this season. Why not fleas?
I'm thinking of calling Spartanburg Tech on Monday and seeing if there's a way I can find out what books I may need ahead of time. That way I can hunt for them on eBay and save some money for my impending schooling. From what I've seen, there's a lot of respiratory therapy books available most of the time on eBay. Hell, I may just bid on the lot just so I can get ahead. More knowledge will do nothing but help, right?
Dr. Patch asked me what I was going to study yesterday and, when I told him respiratory therapy, he looked a little disappointed. I think he was hoping I'd go into veterinary medicine; however, that's a four year haul and I can't afford to do that at this time. I need to change careers quickly. But who's to say I can't continue my schooling after I get a new job in respiratory therapy and become a vet later on? I'll already have a head start on my education there by working at the vet's office, if I do indeed get that job when the time comes.
My options are wide open.
And I'm skinny...comparatively. And healthy. And happy. Hee!