I know that sounds crazy but just now The Old Man called me from work just to say that I need to wash that sinkful of dirty dishes and to give Max some of those small donuts covered in white powdered sugar for his breakfast.
I just said yes I would and he hung up.
This is what I have been reduced to mentally in the past week or so. That and eating everything in sight, the sweeter the better. I don't need advice, I know what is wrong with me.
There is a big hole inside of me which I am trying to fill with junk and I know it. The hole is there because my brain is acting up again and needs medical attention so it can function.
My brain doesn't do much these days. Look I have to be reminded to wash dishes and feed my grandson the same junk I am hooked on.
I see my Drug Nurse on Friday and The Hypnosis Guy on Thursday and I don't know what they will do with me.
All I know is I have to be up and running by May 20, with 10+ lbs gone.
I am going to Bermuda with Amanda and Max and the hole inside me has to be filled with something other than small donuts with white powdered sugar on them
Meanwhile I sit here while an unpronounceable volcano continues to wreck havoc with the airspace over Europe and the Shuttle is about to pass over several states on it's was to Florida
Something is wrong with this picture. Something about a sinkful of dirty dishes and a donut
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