The temperature is hovering between OMG and WTF. When I came back from my walk after 9pm, the sign read 96 degrees. 9pm. It was definitely over 100 during the day. Cra-zy.
I had lunch with a friend, who I decided before hand would have the answer to my vocational conundrum. He didn't. But the food was really good. I had pasta primavera. So, I thought I didn't like Italian. Turns out, I do. So, I learned something... just not the key to my future.
Yea, my diet lasted a whopping 3.5 days. I'll try again after July 4th. Maybe... probably. I have lunch and then a party tomorrow. I'm doomed-- all this social life is killing me (seriously, I'm going to have gone out at least once for 8 days straight). Zaftig ain't all bad; I'll just have to strategize who to stand next to in pictures.
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