Every Tuesday, I order the same meal from the same Thai place. To go. Every time. I then proceed to go home and consume said meal in its entirety. So here, you see, is the problem. In essence, I am eating two meals. There is enough phad see yew on my plate to save some for lunch the next day and still be satisfied, but I seem to be COMPLETELY INCAPABLE OF STOPPING. It's like "hey.... this is good. I should continue eating it."
Now, don't get me wrong. There is nothing inherently bad about this. Except that I want to die every time I finish licking the plate clean (that is not a figure of speech, by the way). There is too damn much food to be consumed in a single sitting, yet I insist upon doing it, against my better judgement and against all that experience has taught me.
Seriously. WTFUCK.
Did you know that the definition of insanity, according to clinical psychologists, is "doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different result?"
(Umm.... is there a little wiggle room here for those of us who really, really like Thai food? Please?)
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At school today:
Student: Would it be better to turn in a good essay late, or a bad essay on-time?
Me: Are you asking me to do math in my head?
Student: No.... I.... just.... well.... which is better?
Me: I have never, nor will I ever, do the math required to know the answer to that question.
Student: *shakes head... snaps fingers... walks away*
Seriously?
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