For today’s post I could post about how I’m really sad that I didn’t get an absentee ballot in time to vote. Or I could talk about something completely different, like donuts.
Sunday evening I attended the latest CES Fireside (a LDS church education system meeting primarily for young single adults). It was a spectacular meeting. I attended at an LDS Institute of Religion building somewhere in Manhattan. I think that’s where it was anyway. I’m still learning where everything is. For all I know it was New Jersey (it wasn’t).
The meeting is broadcast to church and institute buildings all over the world via satellite. After the meeting was over, there were refreshments to be had, as dictated by tradition. The refreshments consisted of apple cider and glazed donuts from dunkin’ donuts.
For those who don’t know, I talk about donuts quite a bit. I don’t know if I’ve posted about them on here much, but I talk about them in person a good deal. Actually, that’s not really true. I doubt I talk about donuts more than 10% of the year. I do, however, talk about them enough that there are people who associate me with donuts. And I’m not even shaped like a donut (which would be awkward considering I’d have no legs, head, or arms).
I’m pretty sure the people who associate me with donuts think I eat donuts every single day. But I don’t. In fact, I can’t remember the last time (before yesterday and the day before) that I ate one. Wait, that’s not true. I had one last Saturday. Wow so apparently I eat them more often than I thought.
No really, I don’t eat them that often. Before the last few weeks I probably hadn’t eaten a donut in at least a month or two. Maybe more.
I’m not really sure where this is going. Oh yeah! The institute bought too many donuts so they gave me a box to take home. On Sunday and Monday combined I probably ate a good 12 donuts. I felt gross.
I still feel kinda gross, actually. I need to put something healthy into my body.
Bacon sounds good.