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Still at home, waiting for my package. Man this is boring.

Fuck you, UPS.

I waited at home for twelve hours. TWELVE HOURS. I didn't do laundry or take out the trash, or go to the grocery store, or even vacuum or run the dishwasher or watch tv in case I missed the knock.

TWELVE FUCKING HOURS.

And now, all I get is, "I don't know why it didn't show up, but I can guarantee you a call before ten AM tomorrow to make arrangements."

I could already have a million things done by ten am, but instead, I have to wait around for them to call.

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Oh, my god.

Heather at Bellingham UPS is so awesome. She was so sorry about the trouble that she's dropping it off herself tonight!

I gotta go e-mail UPS about her, tell them to give her a raise!

edit - no wonder I'm so cranky... I've only had 1500 calories today!

The Dress

The dress fits. If anything, it's a little looser than I expected.

Mike says keep it, Arianne says try it on again in a month and decide then.

I'm not sure what to do... when I first tried it on, I thought it looked great; the second time, my vicious insecurities started to catch up with me. Which is stupid. It'll take more than a gorgeous dress to make me look thin. I was fat before I put the dress on, of course I'm fat afterwards as well.

Decisions, decisions.