- I read that it might be good to add some resistant starch.
- I bought some greenish bananas and started eating them.
- I felt a million times better and my clothes started feeling loose again.
- Problem solved. Ta-da!
Fresh from that success, I've been thinking that my New, Unrelated Life Plan should be to write crappy romance novels under a pseudonym and self-publish them as ebooks. (Not that I would try specifically to make them crappy, just that I'd be churning out one every six months or so and that by their very nature they wouldn't exactly be literature.) I've been studying the ebook best-seller lists on Amazon recently, and it's truly mind-boggling how many of them are crappy romance novels. I guess it makes sense, though. The beauty of a Kindle is that you can read that kind of stuff on a subway without suffering the shame and stigma of a way embarrassing book cover.