Donuts

Every once in a while I get the irresistible urge to eat donuts. Especially if I'm feeling at all low or physically gross. I guess the philosophy behind eating something with absolutely no nutritional value that has been deep fried in grease and slathered with sugar is that if you already feel low or physically repulsive, a donut or two isn't going to make you feel any worse.

Which is a patently stupid philosophy and no one is going to get their doctorate on this one. Just fatter and greasy smelling.

I've been craving a donut all week long and NOT eating them because I lost six pounds and I was trying to be strong and all that crap so I can eventually look like Pamela Anderson (right after I get my lip and boob job, obviously).

I broke down this morning. I ate TWO of those sugar and grease bombs. I am now kind of wishing I could go to the hospital to get my stomach pumped. I haven't once in my life eaten a donut and not regretted it. This makes me a lot more similar to my dog than I'm comfortable with.

I kind of wish I was one of my chickens. I wonder if anyone would notice if I just penned myself up with them and ate feed all day and curled up in a corner of the hen house? How comfortable and peaceful that sounds.

I think I'll go pretend I'm a figment of Andre Norton's imagination. Even though she's dead.