Self-Control and the Best of All Outcomes

You know what would be great? If someone would invent a way for food to start tasting bad once you've eaten an unhealthy amount of it. Like, chocolate chip cookies would start to taste like bile after the fifth or sixth one. You know? That would be easier for me then, god forbid, EXERCISING SELF-CONTROL. Argh.

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By the way, I officially extended an invitation to my co-worker, and the best of all things happened: he cancelled! All right! (Although, for the record, I was willing to have him over if only to regale you with the night's events the following day.)