Today was one of those weird bipolar days where my diet is concerned. I drove to work inspired and determined to lose weight and make myself hot, came in and had a donut that was provided at our meeting. Right before lunch, because my bailiff was telling me a story, I figured I may as well fortify myself for my noon run, so I ate another donut as I listened to him. And then I did a 3-mile run, got a good sweat, felt really good. Again, I wanted to be hot and, like, wear a black leather outfit so tight that I look like a cross between Halle Berry’s “Catwoman” and Malibu Barbie. I came back, worked through our trial and had another donut.

I’m gonna try to skip dinner tonite. Or just have an apple or something. =P But the way this day is going, I’m probably gonna have dinner anyway, and it’ll likely be a donut.

This post probably moved Wilco to tears.