Today my boss handed out little Christmas packages to everyone and they included, among other things, a 16.9 oz plastic bottle of Coca-Cola Classic beverage. I am not a soda drinker. I've had soda twice since I moved to Provo in July. Root beer with pizza on a date and some sort of lemon-lime soda at the ward Christmas party. Every once in a while I think it's a good idea to have some despite the fact soda is disgusting. My stomach always hates me afterwards.
I definitely haven't had Coke in at least half a year and non-diet Coke has been even longer. But with the boredom at work and the bottle sitting right there all day it was tempting. And then I left my water bottle in the break room and I'm always so thirsty, and there was no resisting. I drank about a mouthful.
I'm going to be sick to my stomach all day. I can't believe that people drink this stuff on a regular basis.
On a completely unrelated note. I'm embarrassed to announce that I'm wearing the same shirt I wore a week ago today. I'm generally more careful about this sort of thing, but for some reason I've had a very hard time remembering what I wear everyday lately. I could tell you everything I wore yesterday, but the day before? I really don't remember anymore. And it used to be that I could tell you essentially everything I've worn down to underwear for the entire month. And the only reason I even realized I wore this shirt last week was it was looking at this blog. Because it was indeed the shirt that I was wearing backwards for the whole day without noticing on the 13th. Humiliating.