Dieting = Concussion

I'm back on solid foods but am being punished for making fun of mine and Beau's collective chins, of which there are several more than should be allotted for 2 individuals. He shamed me last night by going for a run in the cold, dark night while I watched "Family Guy" and ate leftover Chinese food. To make amends, I exchanged my normal post-lunch snack of Something-From-The-Vending-Machine-But-Specifically-A3-Which-Is-Doritos for an apple... with a reasonable amount of cheese. GIVE ME A BREAK. Anyway, I was very proud of myself until about 5 minutes ago when a small enclave of gnats figured out there's a fruit core in my garbage can. Now I will spend the rest of the day engaged in battle which is unfortunate. The last time this happened, my boss walked over at the exact moment I was scaling a filing cabinet in a pencil skirt in order to whack a fly with a newspaper. At least the trash is on the floor so I have a shorter distance to fall this time.