further proof that my stomach is a separate entity
I found this note stuck to my computer this morning:
Dear Alex,
Please stop doing sit-ups and let me, your hardworking stomach, roll as I please. If you continue to exercise, I will ache painfully. I will also be hungry more often, demanding that you leave your computer and find the caf. Obviously, both would be disasterous to your well-being, as aches are annoying and the world might fall apart if you don't refresh your friends page at least once every fifteen minutes.
The only solution: stop doing sit-ups. You hate them anyway.
Love always,
Bob
P.S. I miss ice cream, so I am willing to bargain. If you feed me lots of ice cream, I won't make you go to the caf for lunch.
Um. Yeah.
Dear Alex,
Please stop doing sit-ups and let me, your hardworking stomach, roll as I please. If you continue to exercise, I will ache painfully. I will also be hungry more often, demanding that you leave your computer and find the caf. Obviously, both would be disasterous to your well-being, as aches are annoying and the world might fall apart if you don't refresh your friends page at least once every fifteen minutes.
The only solution: stop doing sit-ups. You hate them anyway.
Love always,
Bob
P.S. I miss ice cream, so I am willing to bargain. If you feed me lots of ice cream, I won't make you go to the caf for lunch.
Um. Yeah.