The Vicks didn’t work
Like a good little soldier, I coated my soles with Vicks and put on a pair of (WM’s) socks last night before bed.
Today, I feel the same I did yesterday. Except I gained THREE pounds. So obviously the Vicks reversed my metabolism.
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On that note, I’m becoming more convinced that MSN has some sort of software on my computer that tracks my moods and neuroses and comes up with gems like this for me first thing in the morning:
The hell? No matter where you fall on the big scale, that’s just not a nice headline.
I didn’t screenshot last night’s link, “Why divorced people lose friends.” MSN’s slowly resembling the worst of the worst women’s magazine covers.
My suggestions for future MSN stories:
“Why you’re more of a loser than you think”
“143 people who are more successful than you”
“Study proves: Mommy really does drink because you cry”
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Off to drop the car off for an oil change (Don’t tell anyone, but I think I escaped April without a car-payment sized car repair) and then heading to work. Something cool’s happening this afternoon. I’ll tell you about it tonight.
