It still amazes me when I come across a corner of Chelmsford I’ve never been to, or a store or something. In all my years in Chelmsford I don’t think I had ever been into the famous Mrs. Nelson’s Candy House on Route 110 until this afternoon. After lunch at the 99, a couple of coworkers and I went into the chocolate emporium and the aroma that greeted you at the door was like a vice grip that didn’t want to let you go. Even stuffed as I was, I was tempted to buy something. It was like a contact high and I was getting the munchies.
All in all, I had way too much to eat today though, so it’s a good thing that I didn’t get any chocolate. I had a huge steak-burger at the nines and a donut and a half at work throughout the day, in addition to the Jello puddings I regularly down at 11:30 and 4:30. And then, to top it all off, I had most of a chicken, sauce, and cheese calzone for dinner.
I guess I can expect to spend a substantial amount of my time tomorrow morning on the shitter, which is good, I guess, when you consider how much reading I still have to do.
I am almost finished with This Boy’s Life, which will leave me with two more full books to read, a section of poetry from a Jane Keynon collection, three short stories, and then all of my peers’ work. It’s going to be an interesting week. Getting through to next Friday will be the goal, though, and it will be a nice prize.