Last night I dreamed about doughnuts. Chocolate-frosted doughnuts. I've been craving chocolate-frosted doughnuts all morning.
But . . . disgusted, guttural noise . . . today is the first day of my junk food purge. So I can't indulge this craving for . . . another disgusted noise . . . sixty freakin' days! Because somehow I got it in my head that, for two months, I should eschew from my diet anything that makes life worth living.
If I can't hold out for one day, I will be seriously displeased.