Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stage And then is heard no more: it is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing. -- Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 5
Frankie and Slim
Thursday, June 09, 2005
Here's The Deal
Okay, this is my new diet plan. It is my intention not to injest any food standing up. All food will first be put on a plate to include chips and/or grapes, etc, then I will take a seat to savor the treat. I have suddenly become aware of how much food I eat on the run. I will grab something and eat it, then turn and grab some more just because I'm still on my feet and can easily return to the scene of the calorie crime. I'll let you know how this goes.
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