Guess what?

I'm running low on pills, and I'm fucking using my floor to do something useful with my body. I realise how that can be misinterpreted, but I mean, I constructed a do-so-and-so list of exorcises that I can do in my room. Rules, rules, we gotta have rules. One of them is that I can't sit one my bed after standing up, before I do ten push-ups. I wish this sudden spurt of motivation was pure, driven by my innate desire to make my muscles more defined... but really, I'm just acting up because I FUCKING GAINED. Sort of. I've been eating kind of irresponsibly this week. Ugh. Didn't know if the new bowls were suitable for the microwave, and all of the old ones were in the dishwasher, so I had an apple for breakfast. Sharing with the birds is nice too. Just two hours of phys today, and then no school. Ugh. My legs look better though, I'm counting on nobody to ask, still. I've got scar tissue all over my hand, it's disgusting... hopefully it'll go away.