Monday, February 7, 2011
Woke up early this morning. 4 am to be exact. Heartburn. It felt like someone had shot me through the chest with rock salt (and still kind of does). Must have been the Entenmann's chocolate frosted donuts I had while watching the third quarter of the Superbowl last night. Regardless of the fact that the two donuts I had were delicious, I blame them entirely for my negative attitude this morning. It was 4 am, and getting out of bed, and then having to walk across cold bathroom tiles when you're half awake and dying of heartburn sucks. Big time. Is it wrong I thought, "If I had been able to smoke a cigarette after my ginormously proportioned football food extravaganza, then none of this would have ever happened?"