The only way I can control my afternoon craving for potato chips is to read blogs. I didn’t realize how much I craved potato chips in the afternoon until I happened to walk past a mirror. I’m just an empty shell, a shadow of my former self.
Now I am no more than an area between two curves. Particles regularly beat up on me. (You know how particles are always traveling along a curve? Well, they don’t take kindly to an area in their way. Those little guys get downright nasty over it.)
Well, I’m going to fight back! I’m off to the store for a bag of potato chips this afternoon. I think the only way I can control my afternoon craving for blogs is to eat a bag of potato chips.