Last night I went to Breakfast at Midnight to pick up some food, which I in turn ate this morning. By food I mean "one muffin", but it was a huge muffin with pumpkin and walnuts and chocolate chips, and just eating it put me off from eating for the rest of the day. Try explaining to Greg that one muffin filled you up, however. Like he should talk, the anorexic that he is.

Greg isn't anorexic, but I've decided to start picking on people with eating disorders. You can't make jokes about people with cancer or schizophrenia or different religions, I've learned the hard way, but people who don't eat enough are fair game. Who's going to defend anorexia? Any takers?

Well, off to study. Why, I don't know.