| stoned on scone
2002-06-14
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| I'm on this crazy diet where you don't eat carbohydrates of any kind. I've actually done pretty well at sticking to it. This morning, I realized a little late that I had a meeting in Southfield, so I ended up doing my thrice weekly drive-like-a-maniac-up-the-Southfield-Freeway. Once there, the guy running the meeting offered us pastries. So I picked out a huge frosted scone and ate it. A few minutes later, I thought I was going to go into convulsions. My pupils were the size of pancakes. I was shaking and I could barely talk (keep in mind that I was supposed to be making intelligent comments in this meeting). I was stoned on scone.
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