I hate food. So. Much.

How much do I hate food?

 I’m eating my breakfast croissant with my eyes closed, that’s how much I hate food.

 (There’s a half-hour lag between the previous sentence and this one, due to the fact that my Pixie Dust Mocha* jumped up and vomited its contents on me from sternum to patella. I had to go home and change.)

I have pictures of Thanksgiving, but they’re still on my camera. I’ll post them, erm, eventually…

*Pixie Dust – a vile concoction of equal parts instant cocoa and instant coffee, which I keep in a jar on my desk and add to the drip coffee for that extra “Flames and Death, it’s too early to be awake” kick in the pants.

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