Alright, real talk. On this coming Wednesday, big 'ol Hump Day, I will be moving into my new apartment. The following day is the first day of my second year. By then, I WILL be at 110lbs. I am currently between 113 and 115 (on a bad day, but who am I kidding, every day is a bad day). Therefore, I will have some, keyword *some*, wiggle room for error, but regardless. I WILL BE ONE HUNDRED AND TEN POUNDS BY THURSDAY THE LATEST. Fasting tomorrow. Fasting Monday. Possibly a smidgen of a cracker on Tuesday so I have energy for the heavy lifting the following day. Yus. Just a smidgen.

On another note, I confronted H about our awful tension here. Constantly grasping opportunities to lash out on one another, or completely ignore the other's existence (mostly H). Long story short, we came to a happy solution of letting stupid bygones be bygones. We had planned to have a date night tomorrow. We were going to go to our favorite cheap sushi place that is conveniently located a hop, skip and a jump away from the movie theatre. Unfortunately, some other plans overcame this one, though we're still going to be together. Finally. I hate to love that boy, every single damned day, but love to love him even more, every hour on the hour. Christ.