Dear Diary,I made a pact with a special someone that by February 14, I'll be in better shape than that person. The loser will have to buy a mega expensive dinner at a new hotel.
So let's review today's day, shall we?
Woke up with less than 3 hours of sleep.
Weight: 170lbs, give or take a few (tons?)
Cigarettes: none (my mouth has gone to many places, but that's one thing that won't come near my mouth)
Wore my fat knickers. No one saw them.
Walked in Ramna Park for 90 minutes, then celebrated with a large parata and beef bhuna. Now I feel fat and bloated.
Hmm, bad idea.
Maybe I should've called Mark Durcy instead.
An old childish pun came to mind.
"I'd like to have hot body."
"Do you want to have it on top, or below?"
