For the first time that I can remember (though my memory is neither good nor trustworthy), I forgot to eat lunch. I simply don't understand how people do this. An entire hour late, my hunger pangs were eating me alive. I gasped when I saw the time on the clock and immediately sprinted to the kitchen and squirted some syrup into my mouth to tide me over. The two-minute wait that I endured for my hot pocket was nothing less than excruciating. Somehow, through my heightened pulse and blurred vision, I held on. Close call.
Happy Birthday! When I turned thirty, my "friend" Justin asked me, "How does it feel to be middle-aged?"
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