Let's do this....

I quit Monster.

I feel like crap.

It's been almost 48 hours, so it's starting to get easier, but MAN, I feel bad for junkies trying to quit harder stuff.  This is ridiculous.

15 weeks until the wedding (Craig's sister's wedding) so 15 weeks to lose 30lbs.

I may become a mega bitch before this is over.

I don't write enough...

Maybe because I don't feel much like my life needs to be documented.  Even though I'm ridic thankful for old blogs, to remember things that have happened... I guess I feel like losing Patrick was about the largest thing I've experienced, to date, and what could I possibly have to say now that's at all interesting?