Wednesday, February 15, 2006

You’re speaking with someone so intoxicated by cookies, the Pillsbury Doughboy by comparison resembles the very paragon of moderation. I don’t know how it happened, really. Actually, I do. I bought a platter of cookies for the office, and once noontime came I forsook my nutritious lunch for multiple servings of gourmet sweets. Consequently my head feels like a sack of shi–shiny pennies, excuse me, and heavens above is this resolution going to be difficult.

Consequently, too, I’m outsourcing for a second night in a row.