Missing the second to last session of my conference would have been a lot more fun if I hadn't spent it in my hotel room, either laying in the bed, or bowing to the porcelain throne. Why is it that sometimes I'm okay if I have eaten gluten, and sometimes I'm really, really not.
Stupid body revolting to my trying to cheat. So, while I'm here, bored and not too sure if I dare leave the comfort of the bathroom, my coworkers are at Coronado Island enjoying the boardwalk and beach.
Kick me next time I decide to 'just eat it and I'll be okay'. Anyone I'm with, just kick me.
That includes you Tim. You have my permission to kick.
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Remember this post when I give you a quick kick in the shin for even thinking about eating that cheesecake....
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