Working on the computer and watching football on TV.
The question is, how much water can I drink, to fend off the urge to eat a whole chicken and sleeve of Chips Ahoy, and not have to get up 100 times in the middle of the night to use the bathroom?
Guess that's my body's way of telling me, "go to bed before you talk yourself into that chicken, you silly fat man."
Ok, I'm listening. But have to make it through the game.
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