The beginning of each week is starting to feel like Groundhog day.
I wake up in a cold sweat, riddled with guilt over my selfish actions the night before. Evidence lays strewn across the kitchen, left as haunting reminders of my grotesque actions. As my thoughts transpire to that of shame, I know what must be done. Picking up the stone-cold, lifeless husk, all that's left is to devour the remains, and pray that no one remembers my terrible actions the night before.
Wiping the shameful tears from my eyes and ketchup from the corner of my mouth, I swear one last time:
“Seriously – THIS WEEK I'll give up take-aways.”
Seriously. This week. I mean it this time.
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