Tuesday, March 16, 2010

The Right Man for the Job

After a rather pissy day at work, I came home and watched an hour of American Idol (Rolling Stones night; a bad but amusing idea), spent an hour with my shrink, who reassured me that I'm not quite as batshit as I believe I am and then went to the health club for a little cardio.

I felt good. Just as I thought my day was turning around, I was cruelly felled by disease. Yes, I am suffering from voracious ravenousitis. I know the symptoms:
• My fourth meal of the day isn't enough
• Cheese, carbs and salt are all that I can think of
• If I must, I'll get dressed and go off in search of Cheez-Its

Fortunately I have the name of a specialist who successfully treats this malady:
Dr. Bombay, Dr. Bombay! Emergency, emergency! Come right away!
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4 comments:

  1. Nikki Neurotic12:41 PM

    I've been struck by that particular malady quite a few times.

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  2. Kwizgiver5:08 PM

    It's contagious!!! I've had it lately, too.

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  3. Lisa5:40 PM

    Oh my! I live that particular malady every damn day and have the ass to prove it!

    I can only watch AI with my Twitter buddies because they make it all bearable.

    COOKie tonight! Will you be joining us online??

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  4. Jenny McB7:24 PM

    Don't you think it's funny that exercise sometimes brings out the worst in us? Glad you are feeling better.

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