
So I ended up hanging around there until 5:30AM when I thought it might be safe enough to drive home. I had to be home by 9AM because I had to work at 10AM. The ride home was treacherous. Leave it to New Jersey to not even plow their highways. For the first fifteen miles of the ride home, I was driving on at least two inches of snow on the Atlantic City Expressway. It was all so white that you couldn't even see the lines dividing the lanes. (This picture looks similar to what I was driving in except I was in pitch black darkness). It was like one big massive road and cars were trying to stay in undefined lanes. As I approached PA, it got better and better as we didn't get hit with the snowstorm in PA. I finally arrived home at 7:30AM....just in time for work. That was the good news. The bad news was that I hadn't slept since the night before and I could hardly keep my eyes open.
So what's the point of this whole story. The point is that I was so disgusted at being stuc
k there, that I went downstairs in the hotel and got an ice cream sundae from Ben & Jerry's. As I was eating it, I realized that I hadn't really done anything like this in an entire month. No real cheating for me. But how bad can one sundae really be?
I guess I'll find out on Monday when I weigh myself.
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