100.2 lbs. Even though I fucking binged on cereal last night. BODY, YOU ARE SO FUCKING WEIRD. This makes my BMI 17.3… technically under the threshold for anorexia. But I got my period this morning, so, whoops, there goes that diagnosis. And according to my psychiatrist I don’t actually have an eating disorder anyway, so LALALA here I go with my ANOREXIC BMI NON EATING DISORDERED THING.

I don’t know why I’m typing in caps so much. Maybe because this all feels ridiculously RIDICULOUS to me. It IS. I do NOT look like someone with a bmi of 17.3. I do NOT look like I weigh 100 lbs. So it is ridiculous. Completely and utterly so. I think I must have fallen down the rabbit hole in the last two days, because everything is completely mad and strange around here, and I can’t wrap my head around it.

Voice lesson in about half an hour. Whoop dee fucking doo. My teacher’s been gone for like three weeks, and I haven’t practiced at all, so I don’t expect much. Whatever. I’m finding it harder and harder to actually care. It’s not like I have the capability to be a concert singer, so in the long run it means nothing. So it doesn’t actually matter if I care or not.

Time to try and shovel some coffee in my mouth before I leave.