My inability to keep my eyelids open overrode my need to avoid refined sugars. Therefore, I have purchased a full octane Coke from the vending machine. I can't do diet soda. I just can't. So I usually avoid soda all together. The good news is that it's the first Coke I've purchased from the ever present vending machine in at least 6 months, if not more. There is no bad news. I'm a grown up. I can do what I want. I just have to suffer the consequences. I choose that the consequence not include guilt, but perhaps they do include a salad for dinner.
I have no idea if anyone is reading this anymore. If you have been loyally checking back now and again I applaud you. At one point this blog was a therapeutic outlet for me. I'm glad to have a chronicle of my experiences during this time of my life. Now, however, instead of a creative outlet it's more of a nagging reminder that I should be posting and this girl does not need one more thing on her "To Do" list. I'd love for you to explore the archives if you so chose. If you have already done so, here's a brief update: Friendster Guy and I are still together and co-habitating. We are in domestic, but still unwedded, bliss (that status could be a post or two in and of itself, but, as I've just said, I'm done with that.) We're so domesticated we're in the market for granite countertops. We also just returned from an Aussie/New Zealand vacation and if 8 days in a tiny RV won't solidify (or destroy) a relationship nothing will. We're stronge
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