I have so much to do. This is my last semester of grad school and I’ve procrastinated like grades don’t matter. I’m supposed to be searching for a [better] job but I haven’t done that either. I’ve noticed that life has been pretty easy for me, for the most part. I’ve literally been handed the jobs that I’ve had and I’ve never had to really worry about anything. Now that I have things to really worry about, I find that all I really feel is that I don’t care.

I’m guessing that this is the mind of a spoiled child. I honestly don’t mean to be. 

The one thing I’m focusing on [weight], probably doesn’t matter either but I spend so much time thinking about it. I was going to weigh myself this morning but I couldn’t bring myself to. It was partly due to laziness. I keep my scale in my room, moving it into the tiles of the bathroom whenever I want to weigh myself. If I keep it in the bathroom, everyone uses it, everyone comments about their weight and I can’t handle that.

The other part has to due with the fact that I'm scared to weigh myself.

In unrelated news, I’ve been all 100 episodes of Hey Arnold in two weeks. The show is a little different when you watch it as an adult. So many little references that I missed…

Today is the continuation of my [goals?] to weightloss. Yesterday was both a triumph and a failure. My night eating is almost cured but not quite and I’m going to be forced to do physical labor at work today which will bring my work out time to about [three?] hours. Good day? We’ll see.