No caffiene after 3PM

I know better than to have a diet coke at 10PM, but apparently I forgot that hard learned lesson. Ugh. Now it is 1AM and there is no way I’m falling asleep any time soon. Instead of sleeping, I reread my HIGHLY dramatic journal from the summer before I went to Argentina.

Drama, drama, drama. Man. All sorts of whining about not being able to get a job, waiting for certain boys to walk into Coffee Grounds, waiting for emails from other boys, realizing I needed to lose 80 lbs.

Fittingly enough, the last sentence of the journal is: I guess I can go to McDonalds and get a 29 cent burger. I could even get 2 or 3.