Hmm, maybe yesterday’s encounter with “the coworker” served a greater purpose than I had originally thought (which, of course was that I was a big tub o’ lard). Now, however, as the smells from the courtyard grill waft into my cube (we’re having the quarterly birthday BBQ today), I’m thinking that yesterday will give me the willpower and resolve I need to “just say no!” today — to b-day cake (even though my name is on it) and chips, hamburgers and hotdogs. “Just a small serving of grilled chicken, please (with a poop pill and a pickle on the side).” =)
Thursday, March 20, 2008
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