Man, this shirt...there is a reason it's an undershirt. I just can't seem to get to writing about all this on Saturday. It's like I'm on red alert all day.So I spilled juice all over my shirt thus the new one.
And once again, so annoying, Mom is right (she almost always is) and I'm going to start a food journal. I was busted by Vic the Victorious not eating again. I'm not starving on purpose, but it's still not okay. So onward and upward.
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