So the last few days have been pretty bad food-wise; the day before last I binged on a takeaway veggie burger and chips, which set me up to 74.8, and yesterday I met up with an old friend in town. Despite subsisting off of black coffee all day with L., later drunken escapades in Soho led me to devour a greasy shitty burger from Burger King - with all the extra trimmings. Strangely (and perhaps only due to the alcohol dehydration), I maintained 74.8. But I also slept for 13 hours.

It's annoying that more sleep leads one to more efficient weight loss, but not to a more functional existence. One would think, in the logical sense, that more hours awake = more fat burnt. But logic seems to go out of the window when it comes to weight loss, and more time awake is not in fact conducive to burning more fat in the slightest. This is unfortunate, because I'd like to be a part of the human race some day, but that seems to require waking up prior to two p.m. and getting enough time in the evening to do shit and talk to people, something I haven't yet mastered.

We're going out to celebrate my sister's birthday in advance, because tomorrow the two of us fly to New York to meet my dad. I've only had 100 calories' worth of strawberry yogurt, a glug of orange juice, and an americano w cream and Splenda - it's almost 6pm. Granted I take enough Ritalin, I'm sure I'll be able to skimp with just a raw salad for dinner. Restaurants terrify me.