I am currently facing a deadline, self-imposed, but a deadline. So the night before last I drank 5 beers and ate cake. My girlfriend says I have a fear of failure that is causing me to drink beers and eat cake. Her theory is that if I don't finish something, meaning make my dead line and lose some weight, I can't fail at it.
This made sense to me. I came home last night ready to write.
I watched the best of Triumph the insult dog on DVD. I feel this was probably worse for my brain than the 5 beers.
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