Friday, April 30, 2004
In addition to the abuse I get daily from my increasingly too small clothing and my overbearing mother, my father just decided to join in the fun and have A Talk with me about my weight and perhaps eating and drinking less and exercising more. Apparently he was alarmed, not only by my apparently obviously increasing heft, but also by the three drinks I had when we were out for dinner on my birthday. I think I'll go eat a twinkie and then shoot myself.
