I can't stop eating. Last night it was all about the bacon. Today it is all about the licorice. Let's face it, either way it's all about how gigantic my already sizeable ass is destined to become. And I want to care more about it, I really do, but I have no other solution to the day-to-day problem that I am no longer allowed to smoke.

Oh yea, exercise. Yea. Uh-huh. That'll happen.

Actually today wasn't too bad, but that's probably only because I watched the rerun of the Real World/Road Rules Challenge show at work, and that distracted me. I mean, it's not entertainment or anything, but it did the trick.

Also I spent a little time doing research for a job interview next week. I know, I know, I was planning on taking the summer off and all. I've been working towards that for six months. I could definitely use some time off, and time off in my case means more than just a quick week. I need an entire season to really relax. It's been a goal, and I deserve it.

But, (and this is a big but, which is why I bolded it, I guess), there's always the possibility of being lured by a cool project. I've pretty much given up hope of that happening anytime soon. What happened instead was the lure of a really big job, like a job with a fancy title, a staff of ten, and a big-ass salary with a huge web company. I am so not making this up.

It's so fucked up, I can't even tell you. I'm so going to the dark side on this one. When I got contacted by the recruiter yesterday, I was thinking, "Ah, I'll just go through the interview process just for the experience." Twenty-four hours later and I'm actually starting to think it sounds kind of good.

It is so the dark side. But I can't help myself. It seems to me like this kind of stuff doesn't happen every day. I'm going to hell, and that's all I have to say.

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