Well. That was a fun weekend. My kids wanted snacks. And food. And you know, apparently when you are on these courses, you can’t starve your children the same way you end up starving yourself.
What. A. Stupid. Rule. Apparently, if you do that, the police and welfare people get involved. Laws are strange things aren’t they?
By Sunday evening I was ready to eat a chair. Desk. Table. Monitor. My phone. Even a sandwich, it was that bad.
Coffee is man’s best friend. Well, my best friend. It helps. It helps a lot. The appetite removing properties are a handy little thing. And it makes you attractive. Was it attractive? Or was it less hungry? I mean, being less hungry is attractive to me.
We won’t discuss the flatulence. Unless….I could do what those weird women do online and sell it in a far. I bet there is absolutely a market for “Fat guy farts in a jar”. And if there isn’t, I just found something the world has no idea it needs. Or wants. But should get.
Type 2 Diabetes? Whatever. 
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