3:38 p.m. - Wednesday, Aug. 27, 2003
There I was at All That Jazz Salads, wanting a Greek Chicken Salad, but asking for a "Chicken Caesar Salad" and then being surprised when the lady asked me if I wanted croutons. I had heard my own voice saying, "Chicken Caesar Salad" and was completely convinced that I was asking for a Greek salad.
Plus I'm all bloated.
Plus I'm depressed.
I hate this. I got gray hair prematurely; why the h*ll can't I get premature menopause?