i have lost the will to live!!!

or, more precisely, i've lost the instinct to live. i keep forgetting to eat. who forgets to eat?!?! i mean, really. i often find myself at work on my hands and knees looking for anything that the vending machine will mistake for a dime because i didn't eat any lunch. and i never eat breakfast (unless by breakfast you mean a multi-vitamin and twelve pots of coffee.) of course, i never find anything to shove into the machine so i resort to violently shaking and beating it hoping it will begin hurling granola bars and powdered donuts in my direction in a feeble attempt to save its life. unfortunately, the damn machine has a death wish or a masochistic tendency because i always end up empty handed. today, as i sunk to the floor with every intention of reaching my now anorexic arm into the slot to try to steal a bag of hot fries, i realized i'd hit a new low. when you have to incorporate 'eat' into your daily to do list in order to remember to actually consume some life sustaining product, you need a vacation. good thing mine starts in a week and a half.

after my K.O. of the vending machine, i decided to watch some TV. my job rocks. not only did i get to see Dodgeball on Saturday, but i get to watch the whole Peanuts gang point and laugh at poor Charlie Brown for picking the losing end of the Christmas tree natural selection battle. A Charlie Brown Christmas is must see TV. 'Of all the Charlie Browns in the world, you are the Charlie Browniest.'