Blarg

For some reason I can't drink more than one soda a day. Like I physically can't. I get sick and my stomach ties itself in knots and I can't eat or drink anything for hours until my innards settle down.

However this is a good thing, well not the sick thing, but the reduction of soda. Since this turn of events I've dropped almost 10 pounds. That puts me well within reach of my reasonable goal of my weight at the end of high school/beginning of college. That was the weight my previous doctor said I looked much healthier at, he always felt I was too thin before. The selfish and shallow part of me would actually like to get down to my weight when I was dancing, but I don't know how practical or healthy that would be.

Also, my mom wants me to put in an application for a position at a community college. While the job pays considerably more than what I'm earning now and on the tenure track, I'm really not all that interested in it. The job and the location really don't appeal to me. I'm far more interested in public libraries over academic. I'm tempted to *not* send it and say I did. Then tell mom they called or emailed to say the position was already filled. But I suck ass at lying.