irish

I think a Bridget Jones-esque diary pretty much sums it up.Weight: beyond acceptable levels, No. of times entertained delusional thoughts of going to gym: 5, Alcohol units: 0 (hopeless; must make up for it this weekend), boyfriends: 1 (unfortunately not in same time zone), time spent staring into space imagining was a top journalist (in fabulous armani suit): 3 hours (v.g.), Calories: 3,000 (v.b.; it's not even lunch time yet)