The Worst of Ideas...

Ok, I just drank like, half a jar full of pickle juice and now I'm rather ill. Super idea, self. See, it seemed like a fantastic thought about 15 minutes ago. I had a pickle, and it was great! I was inspired, as I haven't really wanted to touch the Mt. Olives in about a month and a half now. So, as always, I overdid it. In my pickle enthusiam, I proceeded to eat four spears and down the entire jar of neon green juice. Soon thereafter, I wanted to die. Am slowly recovering, although now am terrified of dehydrating the Capt with the pickly salt and vinegar, so am taking in massive amounts of water. Blerck. *Full body shiver*

So I'm sitting here at work, waiting for someone to break down and inquire about lunch before I do (it's only 11:40). I've been on the "pig yourself out until you wanna puke" diet as of late, and am rather determined to turn over a new leaf. I say that, of course, with the disclaimer that I'll eat well today so long as no one suggests a Bee Bee's burger. I, then, will have to eat such drivel with them so as to not make them feel inadequate as I would if I were instead having a protein smoothie and raisins. Wouldn't want anyone to feel bad, you know. God, someone call me about lunch.

Well, am off to visit the restroom -- result of the litres of water recently ingested. Good sign though. Perhaps little Picard isn't floating in a green sea 'o salt.