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Yesterday, a friend offered me the three extra tickets she had to the Asher Roth, Fall Out Boy and Blink 182 concert in Birmingham and even though my knowledge of all their music is limited, I thought it sounded fun and took my brother and his girlfriend. I thought the concert was OK. The weather was good and even though we were on the top row almost (which seems to be the story of my life lately), it was right in the center so we had a good view. One of the other guys that went hated the whole thing but I didn’t think they were bad and I was pretty impressed with the amount of noise that Blink 182 can produce only being 3 people.
Because of the late night, I didn’t exercise this morning. I plan on walking tonight and working out in the morning but it’s funny because I constantly find myself reasoning with...myself. I always try to justify everything I do even if I KNOW it’s wrong. The truth is, I was awake by six this morning letting the dogs out. I should have just sucked it up and exercised but no...I tried to go back to sleep...with no success I might add because of the STUPID, CRYING, OLD BATTY DOG of my parents. Honest to God...I may go to jail this week for animal cruelty. Let me just say that I love animals. Deep down, I think I love her too but she is truly the MOST obnoxious dog on the face of the planet. IT’S NO WONDER MY MOTHER NEVER GETS SLEEP. My friend Jordan doesn’t particularly care for animals. This is something I’ve never been able to relate to because I have always had an animal of some sort and my dog Pacey brought me through a very hard period of time. Usually, I just deal with dogs...slobber and all. I get confused when people don’t want a dog to touch them but I DO try and understand. More and more I can see why the Springer Spaniel by the name of Lady Savannah Dixie Bell at my parents house has become the most giant target for anger lately. She stinks, licks herself constantly and cries non-stop...for no reason. Also, she does this thing where she dunks her whole head in the water bowl and comes right next to you and either wipes her sopping wet head on you or shakes slobber all over you. I do say I hate her sometimes and I really don’t mean it. It’s one of those things where I can talk about my family and you can’t...she’s like a permanent hemorrhoid. Wow...you know...I started this blog with the intentions of trying to convince myself and anyone else not to make excuses but to do the things you are supposed to and I went on a rampage about a dog.
I’ll be honest. I am tired of not being able to sleep. I haven’t had a good night sleep in a really long time. I feel like I am always complaining about it but sleep is so important and I have this wretched (that’s rechid to you Jordan) anxiety at night. I think that if I slept, I would have more energy and it would bolster my weight loss. I am pretty desperate and have tried some solutions like wrist splints for my circulation but they always end up half off of my arms or making it worse. I tried Restoril which is like a night time insomnia caused by anxiety drug. It hasn’t helped. I want to preserve my friendships because not only do I complain all the time but I am in a bad mood a lot. Anyway, I got a recommendation to read the book “I Can Make You Sleep: Overcome Insomnia Forever and Get the Best Rest of Your Life” by Pail McKenna. We will see how it works.
Well, I am glad to have lifted your spirits today...I will try to be less inspirational tomorrow and tell a little bit about my problems. But seriously, if you made it this far...I appreciate it.