Based on my consumption habits during these last couple of terms papers and articles, I'm beginning to realize that if I seriously pursue a career as a journalist, I will become fat.
This is a fact.
After all, what else is there to do when you have writer's block other than to cut off a big chunk of cheese and a handful of chocolate, and bathe it all in some caramel and ice cream goodness, topped with a Doritos crumble? Case in point: My favourite meal right now is a breakfast bagel consisting of a whole-wheat bagel, an egg, a layer of herb and garlic cream cheese (on both sides of the sandwich) topped by a layer of cheddar cheese, which is likely followed in the evening by a dinner of beer.
And just when I think I've eaten all the junk food I have, I find another delicious treat hidden away. For instance, for Job #2, I have boxes and boxes of promotional and branded goods kicking around the house. Tonight, I pulled out a Caramilk bar that is designed to look like a Blackberry. I ate it all, save for two pieces, because y'know, I don't want to be unhealthy or anything.
I think I need to change my career choice. Either that, or take up smoking and become one of those cliched chain-smoking journalists who wears ill-fitting suits and uses words like "scoop."
Ugh. I'm not sure which fate is worse.