Since I'm too stressed out to eat anyway, I might as well pretend it has a purpose. . . I've officially started my unofficial hunger strike until I get my interview date. Hubby says it doesn't do any good since NVC doesn't know about it, but I say "who cares?"
Who's with me?
Anyone else with some extra pounds to shed, time on their hands, a crippling depression, and complete mental insanity caused by bureaucratic incompetence?
No? Then onward I go. . . .

PS Drinking rum and diet coke is not considered eating, as I just had two

So .. wine doesn't count as eating?

Count me in!

I wish it made me unable to eat. Alas, nothing short of contracting dysentary has that effect on me. *stuffs another bite of brownie into mouth*