The curse of the costco raisins

Come on let me hold you, touch you, feel you, always

Kiss you, taste you, all night, always 

 - Blink 182

I had a fairly decent 3.5 mile run in the hood tonight after falling prey to the dastardly raisins. I knew I shouldn't get them. I knew I couldn't control myself. But I guess if you're gonna have a vice, chocolate raisins aren't so bad. I can feel my inner fit person returning bit by bit after the Summer of Sloth. It's good.