I just don’t understand how someone could live in White Castle country and not go there every day of the week. Such a waste. Alas, this propensity toward mini-burgers might go a long way toward explaining my ample frame, but my appetite is even stronger than usual right now, what with the thyroid thing and all…
Apparently, it’s affected my moods as well. Last week, I got rather upset about something. I realized even at the time that I had little or no rational reason for being so upsst, but I still was. On top of that fact, I was a little embarrassed and mad that I’d let it get me so upset. All in all, it made me rather unpleasant company, I fear…
Wow. From hamburgers to endocrinology to psychology in two paragraphs. A record, perhaps?