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I actually feel kind of sane today. This is good. I've been altogether too smarmy to people who are altogether too high on the food chain in this company, for the past two days.
Yesterday I only ate 2/3 of a block of chocolate, too. But this morning I walked past a takeaway shop and thought 'mmm, veal and cheese'. WTF? Veal and cheese?. How does anyone get a craving for a crumbed, fried, piece of leather with plastic-y cheese.
I'm going to have to call out of a Dedication to God, or whatnot, on Monday, though. It's a dedication of a child to God (oh, I know, I know) and I don't want to be around smokers. Nor, truthfully, do I want to be around the child's parents. The father is a pervy thinks-he's-so-great bastard and hates Stuart, and the mother is a dog. There. I said it. I feel guilty about saying it, but it's unfortunately very, very, true.
Yesterday I only ate 2/3 of a block of chocolate, too. But this morning I walked past a takeaway shop and thought 'mmm, veal and cheese'. WTF? Veal and cheese?. How does anyone get a craving for a crumbed, fried, piece of leather with plastic-y cheese.
I'm going to have to call out of a Dedication to God, or whatnot, on Monday, though. It's a dedication of a child to God (oh, I know, I know) and I don't want to be around smokers. Nor, truthfully, do I want to be around the child's parents. The father is a pervy thinks-he's-so-great bastard and hates Stuart, and the mother is a dog. There. I said it. I feel guilty about saying it, but it's unfortunately very, very, true.