Food for Thought

The Shreddies adverts lie.

They say that their product "keeps hunger locked up 'til lunch". Bollocks. I scoffed down a bowl of chocolate Shreddies at 6:30 this morning and was ready to eat my own socks by 8:30. Even a packet of Hula Hoops couldn't kill the hunger and by the time lunchtime rolled around, I had strongly considered the 'long pig' option. Then again, I wouldn't want to kill someone I liked for food, Kate's far too stringy and Julie probably tastes nasty anyway.

Dinner with Mum tonight. Whee. Have to find a way to tell her about moving in with cholten99. Six-month break in my contract or not, Mum's one of those sticklers for "letter of the law" and "sticking to a commitment". In any case, she's bound to say something about how it's all happening too fast and various other crap. This is not a conversation I'm looking forward to. But if His Schnookness over there can actually admit to his family that he's seeing a girl, I can at least do this. Not looking forward to it, though...

It's Thursday. That means this week-from-hell is nearly over. Thank God. The commute is shattering, though I am starting to get used to it and it'll only get better. As for my workmates ... well, hell with 'em.

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War Between the States

Bold -- the ones I've been in. Bold-italics -- the ones I've lived in (for varying definitions of 'lived' in one case). Usually when I do this, I don't have the benefit of a nice tidy list -- I have to work it out in my own head.

( And the miracle is, these states still exist... )

So DC's a state in its own right now? Neato.

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