It’s cold in space
First evening of astronaut’s diet and I’m holding fast while T caves to two beers and a hot dog. Of course, when you’re as thin as her, you can cheat galore. But I’ve got to pull through to the other side. This is a big weekend – one that involves excess – and Fat Tuesday is days away and I’ve got to be a good Barbie, not a fat Barbie.
This is Ground Control and I’m slipping into regret that I’ve ever heard of astronauts and diets.