So I was at this bar last/Monday night for the WNBA Draft (the Lynx will rue that they chose Miles over Fam Thiam, book it). I wanted to stay for the whole thing, but the wings I got weren't enough for me. So I got these "Chicken Dunkers," and when the server asked me what else I wanted to go with it, I realized I may have gotten myself way over my head, or stomach. And lo and behold, I got this small but bountiful basket of chicken ... well, they're smaller than tenders but bigger than nuggets, put it that way. And there were tater tots, which I chose, interspersed with those. I finished, but barely, and now I feel fat. Because I am fat, and I make bad choices when it comes to eating.
I was so tired after coming home I went to bed after the news. As I was falling asleep I realized that there's a bruise on my left knee. Have no idea where I got it from. I didn't bang something hard at work or at the bar. Maybe it happened spontaneously. Maybe my body's breaking down.
I make bad choices.
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