I had a poor night’s sleep and even thought about not going
to work today. Instead of staying home
to sleep late, workout and maybe spend some time on my hot dog book, I went in
and was kept busy. I get there in the
morning and once I sit down at my desk, I get locked in and don’t even get up
to pee as long there is work. I can’t
stand to have any outstanding emails. I
take care of them as they come in like I am playing space invaders. I have to answer them (shoot them down). Sometimes I feel I am under attack.
I was talking about my hot dog diet with a friend. I am on day 112. Do you ever get tired of it? they asked. You must.
Well, I said. Eating
hot dogs every day is sort of like being married. There are small lulls where it may lack
excitement, but you persist. And are
rewarded with ecstasy.
I went to the gym and had a great workout. When I got home, I boiled a hot dog, pt it in
a plain roll, and then added some of that Garlic Onion sauce from Trader Joe’s
I have had for the last two nights. It
was delicious.
Then I took a solid nap and up now, I am going to write
about hot dogs for a while.
Day 112 in the belly.