Blah… just woke up, where the heck am I? Oh, I'm still me, damn. ;)
Well, today was the big old day indeed. This morning at 10:00 am I popped my last two Roaccutane pills for breakfast and threw the empty final wrapper in the bin. Dinner tonight was the first time in 7 and a half months where I haven't knocked back any of the little pink and white torpedoes of doom. I'm now down to only two prescription drugs (my hormones) and although I'm not partying or dancing around with happiness, I guess it's just a nice relief to be off the stuff finally. I know already that much of it has been converted into the metabolites and that the level bound to my blood albumin must be the lowest since I started.
Anyone who has even the faintest clue about this diary will know I've been looking forward to this day for quite a long time. It's going to take a while before any oil production starts in my skin again (you never realize how essential it is till it's gone *lol* Get it essential oil! Oh I crack me up…) and my flesh starts to "normalize".
Hmmm puttered around work, wasn't tremendously thrilled, but I did work and was relatively productive until my supervisor left and then I went shopping for food, came back here, dinner, snooze and now here I am.
I have to admit, it's occasionally times like these where I am reminded of the relative weirdness of my living situation. Here in a University college over summer when it is utterly abandoned would be slightly disturbing to some I guess. I mean lots of people live with their folks, or significant other or with room-mates, so I guess living in my (almost) self-contained accommodation where I might not see people for days on end is a bit odd.

Has a weird dream earlier, and was left with one main thing, the name "PRESSARD" does that mean anything to anyone? Let me know if it does…

So, what else is there? I definitely need to go for a jog to remind me of how unfit I've gotten.

10:50 pm - Phew, just got back from my jog, not to far so as to not burn myself out. If I can keep it up for a few days, it should become part of my routine. Jumped on the scales, and I'm about 78 kg. Not too bad, but I have picked up a bit of flab around the middle (dammit, go elsewhere!). I usually weigh myself in the morning, it seems I'm lighter then for some weird reason.

It's weird, today I was getting tons of messages from the Anti-Jen mailing list, but as soon as I get home and have a snooze and am ready to deal with them, America goes off-line and they slow to a trickle. Oh well…

Ahhh… the pain has gone and now I've got the endorphin afterglow… :) Need to remember that Illara's birthday is coming up soon. I also think Krissy will be sending down the photos from the Glitter Ball soon I hope.
Hmmm… this entry is turning fluffy… Peta updated her diary and has a new photo up, and she's looking quite spunky, though no doubt currently worn out. Ok, I don't think I can spin this out for much longer, good heavens I come up with some boring crap when I haven't any one to talk to.