Chapter 25There was a Golden Girls marathon this afternoon. On my way to the couch, I passed the entrance mirror and paused, debating on a shower, but went back to the kitchen to pour myself another glass of Mountain Dew instead. I dropped some vanilla essence in it and rummaged through the fridge in search of something disgustingly unhealthy to sink my teeth into. I decided on cheese dip. I grabbed a spoon, a heavy duty bag of chips, and my drink, then headed back to the couch.
It was Monday afternoon, and as I dug my way through the dip, trying to keep the crumbing to a minimum, I knew I had officially stepped through the gates of Loserville.
I went through that bag of chips like a teenage boy goes through a box of tissues.
I glanced down at myself. I was something you’d find at a thr
