Well, it's Monday.

And I have to go to work.
Tomorrow is the big opening day.

And November 1st is the Grand Opening.

I bought chocolate for our office.
Because every office needs a chocolate supply.

I have to try eating better. I've been feeling half nauseous for the past 3 days after I eat.
Yesterday I almost puked after eating a tiny sliver of brownies.
This morning my stomach hates me... but I know it's because I ate birthday party food last night.

The Cowboys lost last night and I was the one that had to tell Justin.
All his teams lost this week and he had a good bet going on this one.
Romo is sucktastic this year. Well, if last night is any indication of how he's *been* playing that is.

Umm...
Hmm...

Oh, last night, I dreamt about Eric. We decided that I was just going to pretend to be someone else and we were going to try to be... whatever we were before Brandy.

My brain is stupid. It really is.
At least this one didn't leave me feeling desperate as I woke up though.

My eyes feel dry and I think I should have bought that Red Bull yesterday.
Or maybe I should just start sleeping more.

I don't know when I'm going to do school work this week.