Dish almost forgot to write. With computer troubles and nonsensical angst, I'm feeling the heartburn. I took a walk to calm those raging nerves and watched as a bus idled by. On the side was a big fat poster of Steven Seagal. It was a nice omen (of fatness to come if I don't stop eating these cookies).Confession and I blame temporary brain disease: I watched the most recent Desperate Housewives not once but twice. It wasn't even that good. I felt sorry for Gale and his boring lines.
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