Not-a-gap

Some days the only reason I post anything is because I cannot stand the thought of a gap in my journal. I realise that that can be considered either completely understandable or bat-shit crazy - depending on how obsessive-compulsive the readers themselves are.

I'm fighting through the week from hell but the end is near, be it not as near as I would like it to be. Fortunately I get to hang out with one of my favourite ladies tomorrow evening and looking forward to that will help.
And of course, there was endorphine-high Zumba and pizza healthy lettuce to help me get over this Thursday.
In which there was no pizza.
None whatsoever.