So, like, I've been bringing enough food with me to allow myself to eat every hour or two because, if I don't I get all dizzy and cranky and stuff. And I just ate my soup so I'm not hungy. And all I have left is a yogurt and a muffin. And the muffin is calling me. "Leya. Leeeyyaaa. Eat me. I'm soooo yummy." But, if I eat the tempting muffin now, I'll be a ravenous monster by the time I get home from work and I'll eat everything in the house before dinner is ready. So, I explained that to the muffin, but it isn't listening. "Eaaat meee, Leeeyaaaa!" It's getting more insistent.
Stupid muffin.
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