Wake me up later, k?

(x-posted to curvychicks)
Cuz right now I am eating So. Horribly. WRONG.

I have no clue why I went out and bought a Double Quarter Pounder with cheese, save for the fact that I'm a lemming that does with those voices on the TV tell me. When's the last time I bought a Quarter Pounder at all? Oh--and then I had to Super-size it, too. At least they gave me the wrong size fries, thank goodness.

Wait--did I already mention the bagel, pieces of fudge and a cupcake already on my desk from our lil' thing to welcome our 'new' trainee into our unit? I use quotes cuz she's actually worked here longer than anyone else in my unit except one person. Seriously. She's been literally working in here in a non-adjudicative position since I was oh, not quite THREE.

Lucky me, I've kicked mucho butt this week...so if I do go catatonic, I'll survive. As for the post-meal self-loathing? That's a different story.

For crying out loud, I ran a 7:20 yesterday while coming off a nasty head cold! How am I supposed to top that with a frickin' half-pound of greasy fried MOO bouncing around in my gut?

Hey! These cupcakes are pretty damned good. I wonder if there's more in BossLady's office.

So! Uh, what was I talking about?