Four large tasks on the plate, and there are no eggs or bacon on the side.
That chicken farmer owns too many farms and doesn't seem to care much for hygiene. I'm surprised there were not sickened egg-eaters sooner.
Back from that aside, I am letting the rain make me feel the opposite of the heart palpitatious nervousness that made me un-sleep at 7 instead of 8.
Curb Girl: what an urban-based accidental journalist accidentally thinks when she's falling face-first on figurative pavement
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ate 6 pork ribs for dinner anyway. salt craving not satisfied. had chicken broth and pearl onions for pre-dinner. cheddar and corn chips with apple before that. fruity cheerios and soy milk (nonfat) for breakfast. some tea, some water, some rum. starving! waiting for air-lift of tomatoes. yes, nothing green in sight. green things are what i'll eat when the world is ending and i'm sick of squirrel.
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