July 20: There are two refrigerators at our actor housing. And, for a span of about five weeks, there are only two of us actors occupying the house, so I end up with a full size refrigerator to myself. In the freezer can be found three separate half-gallons of three separate flavors of ice cream.
Judge me. Go ahead, judge me.
July 21: People ask me all the time if I get weird cravings. While in Cape May, I discover Tommy's Hot Dog Stand. I have not had a hot dog in twenty years, and now I eat them daily. This goes on for several weeks before someone informs me that hot dogs are on the pregnant lady's do-not-eat-list. I grudgingly decide to give them up... But not before I finish the remaining seven in the fridge.
Go ahead, judge me.
* PS the Mayo Clinic says pregnant ladies can eat hot dogs and lunch meats only if they are cooked "until steaming hot." Which I do. I mean, c'mon, it's called a hot dog. To eat it any other way is positively canine...
