I have lost my mojo. I think along with the food has gone my sense of humor. What if I'm like Samson who lost his strength when that whore cut off his hair? What if I've lost my super human humor along with my comfort food? What if I go from super wit to super dork?
What if a certain co-worker puts the dork call out and I respond with, "Yes! I want to go to lunch and talk about respiratory disease!"
What if, suddenly, I find The Office boring and Kevin Smith too dirty! What if I lose interest in mindless entertainment all together?!
God help me if I start listening to round the clock NPR.
Well, if the next fart I come across doesn't make me laugh I'll know it's all over and the surgery has gone horribly, horribly wrong.