Last night's food was fun and about as primal as the latest monsanto innovation - double cheeseburger and fries from Denny's and some pumpkin cheese cake ice cream. Now, when I say some I mean a cubic fuck ton, but it was good. And to be fair I eat ice cream in moderation. Moderation in this case being until it is all gone. Some might call that a binge. I call it eating whatever the hell I like because I am a grown ass man. Sadly, my ass probably grew a bit in response, but that is what life is about - sacrifices.
I definitely feel the effects today in that I feel bloated or what I think bloated would feel like if men became bloated. Beyond that I am in a pretty damned good mood, which is rare of late. I got off work early yesterday as I came in early, which was cool. The powers that be do not want us 'abusing overtime' because me coming in on weekends against my will is abusing overtime. LAWL. I was politically correct and didn't laugh in my boss's boss's face. Plus I got to go home and take a nap. That is definitely a touchdown in the game of life.
Oh, also someone asked me about my softstar shoes while at Denny's, which was cool, so apparently a random 80 year old woman and I will be sporting the same shoes. Woot woot.
All in all life is good. Do you all care? Eh, guess what - you are internet friends (aka some of the few people I can stand) and as such have to listen to me ramble. Yes, I know, you deserve better. Rest assured that when I die I will leave all my bacon to you.