I'm only barely awake today. You know, I worked last night til 10:30 at the police station. That doesn't seem too bad. Right? Until you take into account I was tired as hell until I got home. Then, I was wide awake the rest of the night. And I mean the rest of the night. I got home and walked 3.6 miles in an hour, did 1/2 hour of legs and abs, and 10 trips up/down my steps. When did I get done working out? 12:30 am. Then, do you think I was the least bit tired? Hell no. I got a leisurely bath, cleaned my rabbit litter box, and washed the dishes.

Well...while I was working out I watched Big Brother. And the TWO HOUR Biggest Loser episode. Don't even get me started on how much the finale of Big Brother blew a fat one. I mean, who really deserved to win out of those two? Neither. When is Lost coming back again? So that I might have an enjoyable television experience that doesn't piss me off? Oh yea, I got like six months.

Back to my night. When I finally made it to bed around 2 am. I couldn't sleep. I layed there and thought about a million things, including the fact that I couldn't sleep. So, when my alarm went off at 5:30 am to get up and "work out" before work...you can pretty much bank on what I did. I also thought about what my friend said last night, she reminded me of her internet dating story. I totally forgot about the fruitcake she met. She made us all go with her. But then, dude was a little "questionable" before they even went out. He works for the local paper, and acted like he was some sort of celebrity that everyone should know. And was totally into her 100% and was pissed that she wanted to take it slow.

While at work, CP called me. I guess that whole "I'm not talking to you until you promise you won't date anyone else" thing wasn't working out or something. I can understand, I am a hard person to get over. Especially I guess, when you are in rehab and you consider what your options are there...