When it hurts to wear clothes...

There is so much I have to say, and sadly my mind is saturated in a disgusting amount of steroids and pain killers that make it close to impossible to formulate a comprehensive thought. Either way I am glad that after the week of hospital food and roommates with dementia I am so very much looking forward to tomorrow. Tomorrow, of course, means California. And California means beaches, sand, sleeping all day, drinking margaritas, and of course Justin and racing. it should be tons of fun as long as I can manage to fit my fat ass into a bikini. Unfortunately, the steroids that are letting me breathe also have two major side effects; fat and pain. I can't seem to stop eating, and though everyone says it looks good on me I would have to say only chipmunks look cute with cheeks this fluffy. Also, it's close to unbearable when wearing underwear hurts. I can't imagine what would ever posses anyone to take steroids on their own accord. It's kind of like watching soap operas, you are only hurting yourself slowly...