anyway, yeah....

scott hands me the last giant reese's cup. i ask him, "why?" he says, "you're so paranoid! cuz i poisoned it!"
well, i wasn't imagining it to be poisoned.
my various thoughts on the matter were things such as....
he's offering it to me because i ate so many of them and he feels sorry for me that i am so lacking in manners and etiquitte, and he thinks that i am fat and he wants me to be even more fat and that is why he is offering that to me. and i am supposed to say, "no, thanks. you have it" but i did not and now i want to eat it because it sits on the table tempting me with its momentary passing pleasure and would i rather be skinny later or happy now?
i've been sleeping a LOT!