6*44pm & feeling... excited.

I'm starting a new job todoay. It's just a little part time thing at a bar but I'm excited and nervious. I just want to do well and I want it to work out cause I dont have anyother jobs and I need this to save money for going back to school in the fall.

So this morning I woke up and was really really freaked out. I went out last night and drank a lot. My friends were buying round after round and shot after shot. Next thing I know its 2*30 in the morning and I'm being driven home. I didnt want to weigh myself. I was afraid that I would have gained back what I lost the last few days. 134... thank goodness. I hate being scared like that... scared of the scale... a stupid number. It sucks.

Have a wonderful day all.