My son is taking me out to breakfast. My original plan was to only eat home cooked meals unless I was at their place or in the hospital or something. However it didn't last. Both J and my son are leading such busy lives they usually take me to a restaurant so while I chow down they can have a break and enjoy a meal too. Right now I'm busy planning my relapse, however I'll regret my decision later and make up for it tonight by having just some meat ick something, probably a plain baked chicken breast with a bunch of salt on it. Well at least I don't have high blood pressure because I really love salt. There's nothing already salted that I don't need to put more salt on, even jerky tastes better if it's dipped in salt. Bet if I had a past life it would have been as a member of some primitive tribe where we all celebrated life by holding hands and dancing in a circle together around some statue made of salt. Well quite obviously if that were the case Lot's wife wouldn't be a member of our tribe. Shit she'd probably be the statue! Now that's just plain wrong, thinking a thought like that.
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