Why am I even still conscious?!

Today has been... different. I didn't run tonight like I planned on, so shame on me. The diet is going well, though. Just... nobody invite me out to eat, because that'll ruin it. Church smelled like gasoline. The van smelled like dead fish. Either I'm sick and can't smell properly, or... things smell weird. The internet in my room is working, as I said last post, although it's really only working because someone named "William" has wireless nearby and I'm stealing it. It's not exactly my fault that I'm stealing it. I mean, we have it here at the house, it's just that my room is so far away from the router that I don't get a very strong signal. If I knew who William was I'd bake him a cake and leave it on his doorstep or something to thank him for it, but I don't know my neighbors very well. And that would be a waste of a perfectly good pan that I'll probably never get back. I like bedroom internet much more than downstairs. This way I can access it whenever I want, and not have to stare at Travis for 10 minutes until he finally gets off, or have Rachel yell at me to go away, or have Austin poke me until I let him have it, or have Elizabeth be all up in my grill wondering what I need it for all the time. Then this way no one can look over my shoulder when I'm typing, because my shoulders are against a wall. In their faces. All I really need in here is a refrigerator and I'll feel right at home, back in the dorm room. I mean, I have the TV, computer, phone, microwave, and coffee maker all in here right now. Plus the roommate, who makes me really really miss Cristen. Sure, she came home drunk sometimes and puked for an hour in the bathroom which I could hear through the paper-thin walls, but at least she was a happy drunk and never yelled at me for trying to clean up. This is longer than it should be. I know why I'm awake, but it's 30 minutes past, and my reason still hasn't manifested itself... :/ Oh, and today is technically Lizzie's birthday, so if anyone happens to see her or have any contact with her wish her a happy birthday. She'd like that. Another good thing about having the internet in my room is that I can make blog posts nekked. "She didn't... Did she?!" And you'll never know...