September 25th, 2003


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Sometimes, I think someone else is living in this body with me. And he's a lousy roommate.

I was talking with an executive in the breakroom, and completely unthinkingly, while doing so, I bought myself a pile of peanut butter candy out of the machine.

I came to my senses and threw it in the garbage before I ate any.

All that advice about "what your body craves is a clue to what you need to eat"? Bunk.