Waking up, I felt a tickle in my throat. Could I be getting sick again? Yes, yes I could. Trying to ignore it after hours and hours of job searching and managing to get 2 more interviews for next week (woohoo), I decided I would head to the gym. If these sniffles get any worse tomorrow I might not be able to go to the gym, right? So I got into the car, started on my merry way and then on Hollywood Blvd., there was a traffic jam. It was then that I decided since I could not see this ending anytime soon, I would turn onto Formosa, where there were (of course there were, but I couldn't see them until after I turned) 3 big ass U-Haul trucks battling it out, seeing which one should back in or pull in first. Me being me, I threw my hands up, started blasting my music and just sat there. This circus show lasted for what seemed like an eternity, but I finally inched my way in between the gigantic beasts. On my way home, as I discovered on my way out, it looked like it was going to rain, but obviously it wasn't. People still drove like they were in the rain. Why do they drive crazier in the rain? That will always stump me. L.A., you kill me every effing day, and you make me feel like an idiot.
Upon arriving home, I discovered that I had a bag of 99 cent gummy bears in my cupboard, teaching me one thing: Gummy Bears ALWAYS trump the gym. I will probably go to the gym tomorrow, but clearly, these gummy bears were calling my name before I even left the house to go to the gym. The bag is almost gone.
To continue my day o' gluttony, someone is cooking me dinner tonight. Home cooked. Ah. Thank the Lord for people that actually want to be nice to me.
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