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To parphrase Jason Lee as the demon Azrael...
Self-Portrait 3
No pleasure, no rapture, no exquisite sin greater... than high-fructose corn syrup. I know full well how bad this shit is for me, and I still can't help but long for it.

Well, I get to eat dinner, of a sort. After realizing that Lai Lai's will have been long closed by the time I mangage to make my escape, I've contented myself with trashy junk food offerings from the Corner. I don't feel as bad now as I did earlier about replacing dinner with junk food because I take comfort in the fact that I've managed to improve my eating habits to the point where I absolutely DID NOT want to do it, and I plan to immediately take steps to insure that it doesn't happen again, whereas this time last year it would have been SOP. I realise it's a bit of a phyrric victory, but you take your shots where you can.

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Last fall I was on call late at night at LeBonheur Childrens Hospital (pronounced "Luh-Bonner") when I found a desk drawer filled with those hostess fruit pies. I ate two of them. The next day I wandered back into that same office to get yet another pie, and found that whoever actually owned that desk had discovered my theft, and locked the drawer. So I removed the drawer above it, reached down, and took the rest of them. High Fructose Corn Syrup can convert otherwise-harmless sleep deprivation into addiction-fueled criminal intent.

It was one month later that I realized I was actually a full 50 lbs overweight, three pounds short of qualifying as "obese," and the diet began. I think I owe a lot of the diet's success to finishing that LeBonheur rotation.

That's fairly awesome. They're probably still wondering who their mystery pie thief was.

Is neurogrrrl who I think it is?

Also - have you heard of my good fortune?

You really should answer your phone sometimes.

Yes, I'll reply to my own reply.

It would seem a rather slim chance that neurogrrrl is someone other that the person I'm thinking of. 'Specially given the pic icon.

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Yeah, I think you're right. And I've only met her once, even, in Crutcher's company.

Yeah, I said it: CRUTCHER.

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Say it once more, and he shall appear! NOOOOO!!

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Look, the more we mention...it, the more real it becomes. Just stop thinking about it, and maybe it will go away.

And that looks a lot like the very same person who dumped a trash can of cold water on me when I's just trying to spread Christmas cheer.

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You're never going to let that go, are you?

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Who, me? I never carry grudges or hold onto arguments. Never.

Incidentally, I've declared tonight my movie night and I'm watching Hellboy, largely because of you. Better be good, your reputation is on the line here...better not be another....wait for it....Hard Target.

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I thought you'd already seen Hellboy. Well, I hope you like it. If not you'll be about the only person I know who doesn't. Even Sarah liked it, and she doesn't usually like anything. And I stand by Hard Target without shame. Van Damme's mullet alone makes it completely worthwhile.

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