  Jason just left the office 10 minutes early. What a slacker! I want food. I don't even care what, just a big pile of food. I have kickboxing tonight. I think I'll keep visualizing beating up the fat bastard still (not Jason, a different one) because he's the last person who's been a real dick to me (even though it was over a month ago and I'm sooooooo over him), and I have to visualize beating up somebody or else I won't make it through the class! 
