Snoo Snoo for my Woo Woo

So I need to write this for no reason except for pure catharsis. I tallied up my cholesterol the other day and it was 205. I've never even been close to borderline, much less slightly above it when it comes to cholesterol. And of course, I'm feeling fat and very much out of shape. And my forehead broke out in a lot of pimples because I scarfed a bunch of those Reese's peanut butter and chocolate eggs. And try as I might, I cannot help poking around on eBay for good deals on DVDs. Even though I have plenty to entertain me. Even though as far as collections go, mine isn't too shabby at all. Speaking of eBay, it's the one thing that seems to be consistently displayed on my browser in the foremost window whenever my boss decides to pay a rare, but sudden visit to my desk. Lovely. Just lovely. I also feel badly I can never seem to find enough time for everyone I want to have time for. I think I'm too mean, too obsessive, and too neurotic. And lately, my memory is leaking worse than, um, some clever analogy that I could make if I could remember it. I say things like I'm sure I know it because I think I do, but then the person I'm talking to tells me I'm full of shit. Of course, I'm full of shit! But normally I know it instead of just forgetting it and then realizing that I'm wrong. Sucks! I know things can be worse (so much worse!!), but I just wanted to write this down and publish it so when things ARE truly tough, I can read this and think, "What the hell was I thinking that this stupid shit was making me feel down about myself???"