Gratuitous inhalation multiplied

Today I had a Culver's hot-fudge-and-M&M ice cream sundae. For lunch.

This is disturbing in and of itself. When you add it on to the fact that I have had four of these sundaes in the last two weeks, I do not have to look far to find the source of my new roly-poly tummy. Augh.

This is what I do when I'm stressed out. I eat. I eat really, really horrible things. A lot. If you don't already know this about me, you aren't really my friend (and really, why are you reading my blog? I'm not that interesting). If you are my friend and you forgot, I'm reminding you. Mostly so that you don't point out the pudge next time you see me, you just notice it silently. I see it. You don't have to tell me.

I have an internship for next year. YAY! Stress point number one resolved in a mighty and beautiful way that only proves to me once again that there is a great God in charge of the master plan of my life.

I still do not have a living situation as of May 31. BOO! Stress point number two, unresolved and looming larger and larger on the horizon. You'd think I'd learn to trust God in all areas. You'd think.

I am working on a super-gigundo school project that is overwhelming me right now. Stress point number three, unresolved and better get the heck figured out before April 11 or I am toast. Toasty toast toast toast.

I have not yet looked at my lines for the play and the play opens exactly three weeks from today (April 19, if you're keeping track). Stress point number four, and OH, MY GOD. This one makes me almost hyperventilate. It is not currently helping my situation that I am not in actual possession of my script. It's in the safe recesses of Scott's binder, where he put it when I LEFT IT BEHIND at rehearsal LAST SATURDAY. Nope. Haven't seen it since. And I AM GETTING ON STAGE IN THREE WEEKS. In front of my mother. Let no more be said. MY MOTHER!

Ok. I'm going to try to eat 0 calories for the next three years. I'll let you know. I should've given up Culver's for Lent.