Oh, what to do, what to do, what to do?
John can’t go to the gym. I SHOULD go anyway, but it’s Soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo tempting not to. I mean, hey, it’s Friday, I had a crummy week, Alex let me go home 20 minutes early…
Crud. I’m torn. Going would help me stay at the 139 weight. Not going would let me sloth around. I’m supposed to go out to eat tonight, so I SHOULD go. But how much damage can I possibly do with one meal? It’s meatless Friday and I can’t eat chocolate either…
