I'm just thirsty. I'm sitting here in my hole(cubicle) w/ a coat of ProTan on...smelling like nail-polish remover eating baked potatoes and turkey.
I'm not that crabby...I still like to argue, though. Oh, I was so livid last night...holy fk! Last night I was still depleting(I only carb up Friday and Saturday morning) so I go 5 FULL days of nothing but chicken/broccoli/flaxseed/and 2 gallons water...so I'm dizzy, my head is spinning, I feel drunk, I'm starving, I have to pee again real bad...I had a wad of Skoal(Wintergreen) in my mouth and no spit cup so my saliva is just filling and building in my mouth...
...my only goal was to run in 'Dominicks'(big chain grocery store in Chicagoland) and grab...pack of lean cut steaks, bag of potatoes and some whole-wheat pancake mix for Saturday morning...3 things...real quick right in right out. In under 2 minutes I acquire what I need since it was 11:00pm...only 1 line open at that time since it was pretty much empty. I get to the register swipe out the ATM card...it asked for PIN number...(shit how the hell do I know complicated things like that?) so I glance behing me...3 more people in line...I grab the phone dial the shit out of 'the ol' lady'...she doesnt answer...I call again and again and again...keep calling it keeps ringing I keep calling...now I am starting to sweat. I feel cortisol flowing all through me...I feel a lump in my throat and my tear ducts swelling. I have to pee so bad. I have saliva just BUILDING from my dip and nowhere to spit and now i'm holding up the line.
2 minutes pass I feel every eyeball from the people behind me just GLARING at me. Felt like...you know in 'Predator' when you see those 3 beams of light shaped like a triangle...you know any second you're in trouble...thats how it felt! Still no answer...I cant think of the PIN number...so I give it a crack...NOPE another shot...NOPE so after the longest minute of my life...more cortisol flowing...I feel water rentention building. I have to pee so bad finally the ol lady answers...
Now I cant speak...I have a mouth FULL of spit so I muster out...'aaayy...wasssth da piiii-nuuuumbvvrrr???' she goes...'WHAT?' I go...'wasssthssth da...PIIINnn-ummmbvver???' she goes...'whats wrong with you?' So I do it...I did it. I swallowed it. (OUCH!) I go...'whats the fkn PIN number?
?' she tells me I pop it in pay for the merch and got the hell out of Dodge.
No big deal. I've been so constipated a little Skoal Wintergreen cleared that little dillema up no problem...as soon as I walked in the door.
So I guess it was a good thing.