So, Arial wanted me to point out that the night of the Super Bowl, I also had a large quantity of salt and vinigar chips. They were quite good but also very salty. I think they may have exaserbated my sugar induced illness by dehydrating me. Meaning, it wasn't all the fault of her wonderful caramel corn mix. I also think that the salt is holding water in me, making me artificially weigh more.
It smells funny in here, like skunk or a burning eraser. Since I don't see any fire (or pencils for that matter), I'm going to assume that there is a skunk outside the house. That isn't a big assumption, there are quite a few skunks in this area because the neighboring suburb doesn't allow trash cans. The skunks get to live high of the garbage... and we all suffer... particularily me... right now.
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