You know what's more fun than not eating junk food? Eating junk food. V8 just doesn't do the trick (it's like drinking a can of bad gazpacho, for those of you Mexican can-drinkers out there) and with the cocoa machine in there making the sweet siren smells of choco goodness, it's hard for a guy without willpower to cope.
And of course I wake up with sore muscles--curse you, foul exercise! Last time I was this sore was last year's softball season, when my arms tired out from lifting pitchers of beer and plates of chicken wings. Those were the days! I can't imagine the team is having more fun this season, what with budget cuts and no longer having a coach who buys morale with food.
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