I told my friend that I spent last night chugging olive oil and crying - and he totally believed me. I don't know if this is because my friend is gullible or because none of my friends would put it past me at this point to do something like that.

In any event, I'm on my third week of bulking, although I still refuse to step on a scale. Tonight I made broiled chicken "marinated" (for, like, three seconds) in olive oil and herbes de Provence, as well as "some" (an entire bag of) brown rice. Hey, dinner at my place, who's interested! Up next is a protein shake to which I may add a tablespoon or two of olive oil for good measure.

I'm heading to bed in a few minutes, but I can't remember if I took a Lunesta or not. I'm feeling a little drowsy, but that could very well be due to the bottle of Asti I picked up at the liquor store. I might err on the side of caution and take another Lunesta, just to ensure a deep and satisfying sleep tonight. Remind me again how it is that I'm allowed to live on my own without the watchful eye of a legal guardian?