Thirty years ago Mama Do said I had a tapeworm. That was a pretty devastating thing to say to a little guy. Worms?
My grandmother was right then.
I must have one now. I can't stop eating. I'm always hungry.
By the time I finished up with work and a trip to the gym, it was too late to make plans for dinner with friends. I ended up roaming the streets like a little stray dog. I couldn't decide what I wanted. After about 20 minutes, I ended up a block from my apartment and knew I had to make a decision. Ten minutes later I was in the comfort of home, eating a burrito and watching Regis and Kelly. They're great dinner companions.
And then at 3:30 this morning, I was up looking for something to eat. I decided on an Oatmeal Raisin Clif Bar. Now it's 7:45, and I'm eating again.
Mama Do, what do you think? It's a tapeworm isn't it?