Frozen, that is. I just ate about 12 frozen cookie dough cookies and I feel like I want to vomit.
Gotta get that stuff out of my house. Hate to throw it in the garbage. Perhaps I'll just bake it tomorrow and bring it over to Red's house. Yep. They've got kids. They'll eat it.
Studying coming along. Spent three hours at it today. Not enough, really, but it's something.
I'm hungry now, but too sick to eat. Wonder if I'll wake up starving in the middle of the night.
And I was doing so well.
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I was wondering when we'd hear from you again ... glad to know you're still alive, peanut butter cookie dough ailments aside.
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