My coworkers are dieting. They are bitching about how hungry they get between their properly portioned lunches and breakfasts.
It’s making me feel this strange mix of “Bitches, please: I didn’t eat for 60 hours straight this week,” and “Bitches, please: uh, please forgive me for being a bitch and feeling all superior to your NORMAL BIOLOGICAL PROCESSES.”
P.S. 124. Still fat.