  Okay,  while I don't usually see the world in black and white - nbsp; that would completely set me up for some ridiculous psyche overload and push me right over the edge - nbsp;  today,
 I've decided to delineate between good and bad,  for no reason other than I'm procrastinating and am only waiting until& nbsp; afternoon tea time& nbsp; to try a new hot drink (
some weird,  low- fat white chocolate concotion,  bound to be vile and full of xenoestrogens and fake chemical froth,  but hey,  whatever floats my boat,
 Right?  Here's the bad ( and remember,  this is only bad from my perspective at this point,  so I'm not talking global 'bad',  this is just 'bad right now,
 for me')  -  I've stayed at the same weight for the past 11 weeks ( okay,  for me this is bad,  as I'm attempting to persevere with losing weight,
 and this is beginning to become less of a plateau and more of& nbsp; a giant fucking Mongolian steppe and frankly,  it's giving me the shits.  Don't even get me started with the whole weight loss 'tips and tricks' for getting off a plateau because if I read one more time that I have to 'vary my exercise routine' or 'persist with patience',  &
nbsp; I swear I'll get out an& nbsp; Ouzi and open fire)  -  All the nice people at work are leaving,
 which makes me very sad because soon,  the only people who are going to be left are a bunch of freakish self- serving managers and clearly,  unemployable,  me& nbsp;
 and that frightens me quite a lot -  While we're on the subject,  well, nbsp;  work -  work is bad,
 I'm sick of it. nbsp;  I'm over it.  I want to win a billion dollars in Lotto and go work in a shop for 2 hours a day selling things to people they actually want and like -  My sleep pattern is shot to shit and I keep waking up every half hour after consistently strange dreams involving trips to Spotlight wearing unusual sneakers Right,  that's enough of that,
 here's the good;  -  Chocolate Le Rice -  my new MP3 player -  I have a job,  don't I?
 -  I am healthy,  aren't I?  -  I'm not defined by my work,  am I?
 So quit complaining,  right?  Right.  I'm going to have my fake white hot chocolate now.  Right.
