I have a feeling that today's post is brought to you by the letters P. M. and S.
It was a simple question. What do we want to have for lunch?
I don't know. I don't want to think about it.
It seems like that's all I think about: food. What I want, what I can't have, how many points it is, how many points I have left, how badly I want ice cream.... or a margarita.. or some god damned french fries. I'm just tired of thinking about it.
I hope this mood goes away before the meeting. It might not be pretty.
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