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So apparantly I need more to eat than a can of Ralph's brand lower calorie pears, b/c I'm freakin' starving right now. I went searching through the office for something to eat, anything. I found a jolly rancher. And I ate it. Didn't even suck really, just started biting into it. Not a good idea, I'm sure dentists everywhere are cringing. Then I found the holy grail of snacks...pretzels filled with peanut butter. And I ate them all. I'm not kidding, finished the damn container. And didn't even throw it away. I'm ready to leave this office and go home, where Ashley and I will then hike Runyan Canyon in an attempt to a) get physical and b) possibly see Jake G. who has been spotted there a number of times around 730 in the evening. I swear, I'm not a stalker. Stalker's are much more motivated, we've been over this. As you can probably tell, I'm in a much better mood now. Don't know what changed. Maybe it was Emily saying something funny about someone I'm not too fond of so that I could laugh at their expense. I think that's what started it.
R.