Six and a half days

The bloody coordinator from work pissed me off. Like seriously what the hell is wrong with her???
My paper sucked. Big time. I couldnt make sense of anything.
Stuffed my face with doughnuts in a desperate attempt to lift my low spirits. I ended up feeling worse. That is of course after I figured out how much calories the doughnuts contained! That round thing in my middle (I think it was previously referred to as my tummy) is expanding. At an alarming rate.
I am a little confused now.
And the person that I would really like to talk to now is MIA.
Sigh. I love my life.