DIE(t)ing: Day 2.5 — I hate my job
Turns out that I just extended my no-good-stuff diet for another week. A total of 14 effin days — and I’m not even done with Day 2.
My fellow workerbee and January 16th baby, Gabe, aka G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S, was telling me a story about how he tried to give up Jack In The Box recently, and his prohibition period lasted only five days. So I somehow contracted diarrhea of the mouth and told him that I’d prolong my current diet an extra week if he laid off the JITB for a while. Unfortunately, he called my bluff.
I want to die. I better be dropping pounds over all this panicking.
