The other day, after following some links around on various blogs, I came across Zooomr, a Flickr-esque photo-hosting site. While it doesn’t have all the bells and whistles of Flickr (my kingdom for an uploading utility!), it offers one thing Flickr doesn’t, but completely kicks ass: Geotagging. And when they went live with v2.0 last night, they made the already great geotagging setup even better. I also love their Smartsets, which pretty much stick anything I upload with a certain tag into its own set. The only thing I’m hoping for is that some enterprising Wordpress codegeek implements some sort of photoalbum plugin for Zoomr, like the Falbum setup I’m running on my site right now that pulls in my Flickr photostream.

Work actually went far better than expected yesterday, since all the computers were working when I got in at 10am and the only problem we seemed to be having was scanner and fax machine woes, but those we resolved around lunchtime. Plus, it was also remarkably slow for a Monday. Tonight I close, working with a RPh that I’ve never met before. And for those of you who enjoy hearing stories about my insane customers, we had a rather upset man in the store the other night who was damned near freaking out because we didn’t have his psych meds. This was in addition to the gentleman who argued with the RPh about the fact that his doctor only wrote his Xanax script for 15-day supplies rather than 1 month supplies and he was very worried about how he was going to run out of pills in 7 days, and his anxiety levels were through the roof because he was no longer on methodone and was having severe withdrawals. And lets not forget the Friday night phone call from the local Department of Corrections, wanting us to confirm what meds an inmate was supposed to be on, because they thought he was probably in need of some refills.

Eddie and I are putting some plans in motion for date night this weekend, since we both have Saturdays off for the next few weeks. I’m hoping to go to the drive-in, so long as they’ve got something good showing. It seems as though everything they’ve been running is kids movies, or a PG-13 movie with a kids movie, and neither of us has any desire to see Cars or RV. I think we’re going to try to see Superman and Click, but we’ll have to see what’s playing this weekend. With any luck we won’t get rained on, and it won’t be quite as sweltering outside (highs today are expected to be in the 90s).

I’ve stared logging everything that I eat in an effort to figure out exactly what it is that causes my tummy to go “blurghghghgh!!!111!” whenever I eat. I’m seriously tired of making Immodium-AD an extra food group in my life. I weighed myself the other day and discovered that I’m officially at the halfway point for my goal weight, with another 55lbs to go. The only thing that I’m dreading is the fact that my body doesn’t seem to want to go back to a normal shape, and so I fear that I’ll be left with nasty, doughy rolls of body that I don’t have any use for. It’s not like I’m losing and insane amount of weight in a short period of time, either, since I think it’s averaging about 1lb/week, it just seems like my body just doesn’t want to jump back into its original shape. I sort of feel like a sweater left on a coat hanger - the essential shape is there, but things are just hanging a bit lower than they should be. Nasty, I know.

The other day I was using Eddie’s computer to print something out and noticed a picture he had on his desk. It’s of the two of us, and I honestly had no idea when it was taken. I’m a brunette in it, and we both look incredibly happy, and for once, it’s a picture where I think actually I look good. Maybe it’s the fact that I’m smiling. Maybe it’s a trick of good lighting. Maybe it’s the fact that I really didn’t have any idea when it was taken because I don’t remember my face looking like that in about 6 years. When I look in the mirror or imagine myself, I always envision a pudgey, round face, and in the picture that’s definitely not the case. I’ve lost 20% of my body’s weight since last year, and I still don’t see it most of the time. When I was given my lab coats for work, one of the pharmacists had ordered them without asking me my size. I came into work to find 2 plastic-wrapped size large coats and dreaded putting them on because they’d be too small, only to discover that I could comfortably button them if I wanted to.

I put on a pair of pants yesterday, a pair of khakis things that I picked up at old navy probably 3 years ago. They’re cute, but they were tight one me when I first got them and resulted in an obvious cameltoe so I don’t think I ever really wore them. I wore them to work last night and had to pull them up several times. I’ve got jeans that I didn’t even know I had in the dresser, things that don’t require me to fashion a belt out of bandannas to wear and keep up. I need shirts. All the shirts I have are either too big and baggy, or too small, or tank tops that can’t be worn to work. I need fun clothes.

One drawback? The bras I bought before school started in September? Getting too big. I’m losing my tits, people. *cry*

Um… I have an announcement to make.

I’m officially at the lowest weight I’ve been in probably 7 years.

And I have no idea why I’m losing weight in the first place, but I’m loving it.