GRR.

I hate food. It calls my name and then I eat it and then I'm still hungry and then it keeps calling me.

I wish I could puke, then I wouldn't have to worry. But I fear it, so I don't.

But several sandwiches, 3 baked potatoes (and 3 more on the way), and a bowl of ice cream later, and my scanner says my hatred level is over 9000.

I want to diiiiiiie.

Tomorrow, the week starts. I'll be okay. I can control myself well then.