Wednesday.

It was sushi night. Suuuuuushi. It was good. Mmmm.

Still haven't found the camera/computer cord. Haven't really looked, I confess. I know. I suck.

It's frickin' hot here. No, really, it's hot. Satan comes here when he can't shake a chill. The wind is hot. The trees shake with sobs brought on by the dehydrating wind.

I have found the perfect red polish. It's by OPI and is perfect. Just enough blue to keep it from being garish, but not so much that it's maroon. Looking at my painted toenails brings me a small measure of happiness. I take what I can get - sushi Wednesday, perfect red toenails, a long hot shower with the air conditioner running full blast. The little things.

Tomorrow it will be an iced mocha. Two pump, no whip, non-fat. I've started the weight gain... less than two weeks-full on days and I've noticed a change in what I choose to eat. The last seven days have seen Sonic, Olive Garden, Taco Bell, Sonic, Humperdinks. Humperdinks is a bar/restaurant - I had onion rings with ranch dressing. This is how Katymacs grow, and grow, and grow.

I've staved off weight gain for first four months of my time here and, for however long I remain in this hot place, I must cease and desist with this self-destructive eating. Too bad fatty foods taste good. Wish me luck. Tomorrow I will have a salad (I know, I must be desperate if my planned meal is a salad!) for lunch. We'll consider that a good start.