I found out this little town was having a story/presentation about the history of a local. I decided to check it out mainly because my boss was supposed to be there to talk to the presenter afterwards.
So that means I had to rush my swimming to make it in time. Which means I only did half my laps. Then I got there and they had cookies and other baked goods. I ate some (I had already eaten dinner.) After the presentation I ate more.
My boss never showed up. So I went next door the restaurant (where I was working previously) and told the girls there about my cookie eating. They wanted some.
So I went back to get them more cookies... and I ate more.
I took one out for the cook. He didn't want it. So I ate that one too.
Now I'm here. And I just finished writing my new article
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but now I feel incredibly full and a little guilty.
Why cookies? Why are you so good?
Tomorrow will be a better day.
That is all.