So yesterday I was wrapped up in a bunch of crap and couldn't seem to get anything accomplished.  Just one of those bad days people have every now and then.  One of the things I didn't get accomplished was EATING.  No breakfast, no lunch.  About 5 PM my wife and daughter came home... they brought a dozen Dunkin Donuts with them.

Woe is me.  I ate three of them.  I know, that's disgusting, but I couldn't help myself, I was starving. And we're not talking any wussy plain donuts or butter crunch... we're talking two chocolate frosted donuts and then one of those white frosted things covered with red, green, and white holiday sprinkles.

Fellow primates, I have seen the face of evil.  It is covered in white frosting and holiday sprinkles.

After that I didn't have dinner until almost 8:30 PM, but at least that was a delicious tub of chicken cacciatore from a local Italian place in Leominster.

Still... three donuts.  Gross.  Fortunately I didn't pull a "Mister Creosote" so I think I may survive yesterday's massive fats-ingestion.   On the downside, I think there's a restaraunt in Los Angeles named after me.