Popcorn is one of those foods that destroy me. Manchild bought me a big bag of caramel corn for the trip, but I told him he’d better hang on to that so I don’t kill myself. I found some stuff at the store yesterday called caramel dittos. Basically caramel corn puffs. No kernels, so I figured it’d be safe. Nein. At least they were good, otherwise that was a whole lot of suffering for nothin’.
It stormed today, so I had a bathroom buddy hiding behind the toilet. I’m sure she was having just as shitty of a time as I was. That’s ground zero, and I assume even though she has a short snout, her sense of smell is still sensitive. Although, what dog doesn’t like the smell of ass? Maybe it was relaxing.
I finished Battlestar Galactica and I’m a bit lost for entertainment. My laptop doesn’t run games very well, so I reckon it’s book time. Mom is throwing diet books at me trying to get my un-professional opinion. Eat right for your blood type, the 17 day diet, and other equally ridiculous stuff. A healthy diet isn’t rocket science. Those books do an amazing job of misinforming while confusing the hell out of people. That’s two people who want me to be their dietitian. If they saw how I eat, they may not have much trust in my abilities. Peanut butter cups and French fries for all.