As I’ve mentioned before, lately I’ve taken to staying up and watching My Name is Earl and The Office on Thursday nights before going to bed, as for some reason I’ve been unable to get to sleep at my usual insanely early bedtime on Thursday s.
Because I was staying up last night, I couldn’t really ignore the fact that I was hungry as readily as I could if I were just going to bed, so I made myself a sandwich.
A big sandwich.
Afterwards, still feeling hungry, I had the following conversation with myself:
Hey fatty, you done eating or are you going to eat something else?
I might eat something else. What do you care?
I care because your constant eating is going to turn us into even more of a fat ass.
So? Who are we trying to impress? Skinny or fat, we’re not going to win any beauty pageants. So what difference does it make?
That shut me up.
I’d question my mental health if I weren’t so sure that I wouldn’t like the answer.
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