I feel fat

Over a week of being snowed in and doing nothing but eating hasn't helped. I don't think I've gained a whole lot, but man... I really hate that bloated, fatty feeling. It used to make me want to eat more for some reason, but all it does now is make me very thirsty.

I'm also fighting a migraine -- one of the last stages of my hangover. You'd think by this time of day I'd be okay, but I'm not.

Outside it's become slushy. This is actually a good thing. Bare patches of asphalt are appearing and I am hopeful that there will be more tomorrow. Nothing would make me happier right now than to be able to walk to the grocery store without worrying I'm going to fall on my ass or twist my ankle in the snow. I need a good, brisk walk. I have my boot camp and kickboxing DVDs but have been unmotivated to use them.

And then there's Grady. He disappears somewhere in the house for most of the day, and when he's decided he's had enough of that he harasses the shit out of me to either let him sit on me or make me feed him. When I don't comply he finds the noisiest piece of plastic he can find and chews on it, or he goes to his litterbox to digdigdigdig... I don't enjoy trying to get something done on the computer and having his little whiny butt aggressively trying to get on my lap. He is not neglected. I promise you that.

Waiting for the Advil to kick in. I should probably go out to my car and see if I can find that vacuum seal doohickey for my 4WD.