I'm parched.
Some days are easier than others. Yesterday I hardly thought about it at all, so consumed I was with drinking vast amounts of glorious water after my big climb up the hill. And I am really good about my water, guys. I usually have 100-120 ounces a day. I'm a fishy. Gulp.
But some days, like today...oh it is rough. I have the devil on my mind. The DC. The crack. The coke. I am going to the movies in a bit, and I would maybe get popcorn, except how can I get popcorn without soda? I can't. It's sacrilege.
Today, I dream of Diet Coke.
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