Maintaining from vacation.
Got on the scale yesterday morning after eating breakfast.
Move scale to new location in bathroom.
Move it back to 'ole standby location.
|What? I hiss when angered. Doesn't everybody?|
I'm moving in a month.
I can't justify buying a brand new scale right before the move.
I'm broke until the end of this month. I need to save money for bills and important shit.
BUT MOTHERFUCKING GODDAMMIT, MY SCALE BEING INACCURATE IS IMPORTANT SHIT.
POSSIBLY THE MOST IMPORTANT SHIT OF ALL.
I got on the scale again today.
Much more believable.
I'm hoping it was just having a bad day. And that everything will go back to normal.
Or else. Or else.... Or else I'll murder the damn thing. And then I'll be too terrified to buy a new scale.
B-b-because what if it's been wrong all this time?
What if I'm actually 127 lbs? And it's been 4 lbs off since the beginning?
Tricksing me with it's tricksy little tricks.
I'm going to go curl up in a scale-induced fetal position of depression.
Not that I'm over-dramatic or anything...
A bientôt, lovelies.