I'm bad at blogging.

And I realize that the only time I find myself blogging is when I'm procrastinating writing a report. It's alright.

36 more hours until Vegas! Or as my dad would say "Bey-gas! Bey-gas! Bey-gas!" Things I would like to accomplish this trip - finding at least one vegan-friendly place in the city (it's gotta happen or else I'll have an old-man-cranky-pants boyfriend), lay out in the pool and order a girly drink, buy one high-end product (new sunglasses?), wear my cute new dress, and hopefully win a hundred dollars. That's all I want. I'm probably only going to let myself bet $40 on slots so hopefully I can make a hundred. We'll see.

I did a 3.5 mile track run today and am not loving life right now. First of all, I stupidly ate a piece of chantilly cake at 4pm when I knew my run was at 6:45. But it just looked so good, Whole Foods does an amazing job with their packaging because you cannot resist buying something after walking by their dessert section. Second of all, I THOUGHT it was just supposed to be a nutrition clinic, not running (which would have been helpful seeing as I think eating cake before running isn't a bad idea). I was barely going to even wear running clothes but thank God I did! The nutrition lady wasn't there so we ended up running. Dammit. I felt like I had a log in my stomach and I just wasn't breathing well. My upper traps are so tight that a non-TNT bystander running next to me said "lady, relax your shoulders, pull them down." HOW EMBARRASSING! Maybe I should add getting a massage on my Bey-gas list.

I am awaiting the finale of America's Best Dance Crew. I'm even holding restraint and not checking any websites to see who wins, seeing as we're 3 hours behind here. I love me some boston street performers but I am hoping Jabbawockeez wins.

I really should get to this report. I am hoping my drunken-ness isn't apparent in my grammar.

Can someone please, please buy me some Airdrives??? I really need them.