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My eggo's are horrible & nasty and the syrup to thick and slimy. I'm drinking the last Jones soda and I'm not even enjoying it. I could have a bowl of cereal but I wanna stay away from milk. I got two weeks left. I'm tired and famished and I could just go get a can of peaches but I'm tired of eating preserved fruit and while we may have bananas on the kitchen table they've turned brown from neglect of anyone eating them (no thanks to Angela) and I refuse to eat something that's on it's way out.
There is a container of popcorn but I allowed myself a handful and that's it. Every time I look at food I become nauseated. Perfect timing. I know all the tell-tale signs of my **... and I'm just so willing to admit it... but not to it. My hair is too tight and it's giving me a headache. I got the turns pretty good tonight and Alision and I have been close as always. Friendly conversation. She called me up a couple of nights ago to go to some local band show or whatever, from 10 to 1 am but I didn't bother and Melanie was coming over despite if she came the day before with Mary. Tonight is probably going to be the only night that I haven't smoked pot in weeks.
Guess I'll be burning more calories than I'm eating. Another early night for me too because I just don't have the energy to do anything... food is not my enemy; my brain is.
To hell with it, I'm smoking up so I'll get the munchies. Pot solves all problems. Sorry I couldn't write anything happier, the picture is kinda cute those, eh?