Those chedder Pepperidge Farm Goldfish crackers really are rather addicting.. I’m reminded of the West Wing episode when the nice White House reporter guy (
Alan? or something? Danny) goes to woo CJ with a goldfish swimming in a bowl—because he’d caught a tip that CJ couldn’t get enough of Goldfish.. he’d misunderstood. She laughed a whole lot at him.. he looked embarrassed.. she kept the fish—and laughed some more. What a good show. Apparently, the fish came to be named Gail.
I’m at work right now.. yesterday’s weather was beautiful.. the little bit of rain midday didn’t ruin it a bit, although i’m told it was just enough to make conditions terrible for rock-climbing. —There’s something to get addicted to. I would like to get addicted to exercise. It’s something I’ve never really needed to do before, and, to tell the truth, I never really thought I’d have to. My metabolism was such a happy thing; it kept me thin unproportionally to what/how much I ate, and quite absent of exercise. But apparently it really DOES catch up with you. I haven’t changed clothing size quite yet.. and #@$&*! if I’ll let things myself get to that point. It’s the laziness that I really really must throw out the window, and hammer down the discipline.