|What really happened...|
In any case, there are four more days to the end of the month, and by the end of the month, I must not have any junk food in the house, nor will I be able to eat any more junk food until August. When I become embroiled in writing applications and fending off politics with my feeble carpel-tunnel syndrome-gnarled fists, stress burrows deep within me and eats me from the inside out. To compensate, I eat anything white, soft, sugary and without fibre. Think soggy cornflakes with sugar, cheap crisps with exotic flavours which all somehow end up tasting like ketchup, sugar, salt and spice, fake pineapple cakes made of winter melon extract, sweetened silken tofu which has little value, and fake Oreo cookies which turn your tongue black.
|Kale chips for your health and moral fibre|
So I'm tapering - to go from copious amounts of junk food to none by April 30th. It won't be easy. It will take massive amounts of willpower, but so much easier to taper than to go cold turkey on the chips, cookies, soggy cornflakes and so on. Wish me luck. Or not. There are worse situations to be in so I'm not too worried what happens.
Today I said something profound, or at any rate, it sounded profound to one person. We were sitting in the one spot on Main St. which is reserved for cool people only, but fortunately there were none around at the time. So we were sitting, and RP said that one of his pet peeves was people who don't look you in the eye when they speak to you, and that he always made an effort to look people in the eye. I said, that I didn't look people in the eye when I spoke to them for fear of drowning in their eyes.
|Just add water to make it realistic...|
Then I got home and placed my capacious carcass on my blue sofa and slept fitfully because I was ashamed of what I was doing, what was happening despite all my logical arguments against what I was doing. Nothing to do with tapering this time although I probably should. I half-confessed this to Dr. C in a moment of weakness. See? This is what happens when you lack fibre in your diet, you deplete the fibre in your morals and suddenly become prey to your secret, hidden, dark, weak and irrational desires.
|Perhaps a slab rather than an orb...|
|Hammer Horror! Hammer Horror!|
They've got the stars for the gallant hearts.
I'm the replacement for your part.
Hammer Horror, (KB)