Am having the day from hell today. Suffering an acute case of hating everything. (It is one of those days)

I've spent the past two weeks sleeping on the sofa at my dad's house, waiting it out until August when I have somewhere else to live. Not only does this mean no privacy whatsoever, but that I am woken up promptly at five every morning by one of the eight other people living in this house.

My mother has decided she wants to be a part of my life again, but that's one more stressor I can't handle.

I' m supposed to go to the beach tomorrow with my boyfriend and all I can think about are the batwings I just saw dangling from my arms in the bathroom mirror (o.k., and my other gleaming expanses of exposed skin jiggling all over the place). Seriously, being "in recovery" sucks- it means you're fat and can't do anything about it. I am at the point there I want to just cut off the excess fat from my body because nothing, nothing I do is making it less noticeable.

Anyways, today is a no good very bad terrible rotten horrible day and if one more small child screams I am going to pick him up by the ears and shake him.