  I have nothing to do. I have visited every one of my favourite sites three times each. I am fantasizing about a mcChicken and feeling guilty about just wanting mcEvil. For the folks that are now defending mcdonalds as a backlash to the current popular dislike of the chain, I'm allowed to feel that way, I worked there for 2 years so I've earned my disdain. Yet, I still crave it regularly. I don't crave regular junk food like chips of candy bars, I need food injected with grease to fill my needs.
poutines, burgers, hot dogs, all that questionable stuff. and it never goes away. I crave cigarettes less, if you can imagine that coming from an ex-smoker. my absolute favourite? the Italian poutine: greasy fries topped with cheese curd and a tomato meat sauce. I am drooling just writing this. how can I get one of those today? I feel a sense of urgency to ingest one prior to the 'diet'...and the inevitable stomach pain that follows it. it is a self abusive ritual that confounds my BF to no end. yummmm.... I wonder...if I have finally taken to writing a blog, that must mean its past its 'guaranteed fresh before' date. I guess the funny part of my choosing to write one is the timing. I just stopped seeing my therapist (details for another time) and this will now be my surrogate forum for my irrational tantrums.
Joy. Oh well, no painful repercussions this way, no sensitive ears to offend (or maybe so, but who cares). tonight's agenda: my university course, followed by watching a bit of couples fear factor on tv with the BF. Hopefully some grease bomb food added to that and some play time with my hedgehog (no that is not a euphemism..). Nice and routine, like it or not. 
