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MMMMM bacon. My parents keep sabotaging my fitness regime by leaving the oh so good to eat but not so good for you breakfast foods in the fridge and buying no alternatives. Not that I'm completely objecting. When I wander downstairs near starving and ready to start my day at 1 or 2pm, fruit just isn't going to cut it. But I am going to feel shitty if I'm the one to eat that whole pack of bacon over the next couple of days.

Waffles and bacon and eggs and tea. Delicious. Breakfast is good anytime of the day. Room cleaning. Major laundry. The reality TV series "God or the Girl", a marathon apparently. I'd much rather be a sinner having my dirty sex thoughts than harass young girls outside abortion clinics with protesting a la prayer groups.

MMMM sinning...

And then I may try to get back into this book I'm currently reading "A Natural History of the Rich", which is funny but has alot of rich person name dropping, and I am out of the loop on that. Oh well. At least doing something that requires some thought helps me feel less like my brain could ooze out my ears at any moment....what with all the bumming around and being bored waiting for my friends to finish up their damn exams and come home.

sighs

It's rainy and cold out. That is not very motivating either.