What I mean is, would it be so terrible to actually be a fat cow? I'm certainly headed there, after the past few days of extreme evil eating habits. Pizza, sugar, more pizza, bread, more sugar. I had a salad, but it was an island in the sea of white flour and refined sugar. That, coupled with the overindulgence of oogling and awwing and I'm practically in the pasture, grazing on grass, chewing slowly with little or no thought for tomorrow.
Hmm, with that on my brain I think I should take a walk, just a little one, go check the mail.
