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Apparently, in an attempt to keep my spirits up and force me into the normality of eating lunch, I'm being kidnapped and fed red meat today. Not that I'm going to argue with the guy, but why is it that everyone wants to pack the pounds on to me? I realize that I've lost a lot of weight... I guess it's the fact that I forget/don't bother to eat when I get depressed, anxious, upset... basically anytime that things aren't going so swuft, ya know? Not the greatest way to deal with stress, but at least my self destruction would be slow and noticeable.

So... today's lunch will be from Texas Roadhouse. Likely a rare steak, baked sweet potato, and house salad. Honestly, I can't complain about the fact that I've been fed extremely well this week. I'm more used to fending for myself and fixing ramen or something equally as repulsive, quick and easy of a night. If my hellaciously moody mother and Drew-boy don't watch out, I'm going to become verra, verra spoiled by this. I've had more take-out and fine dining meals this week than I think I've ever had... I'm we're still planning on going to Bristol for the Ford show to see some completely wicked Mustangs and scour the pits for a T5 transmission for Drew's ground-beating monster-car... Oh, and he mentioned something about going to the Original Steakhouse to eat, at some point this weekend. No wonder the guy outwieghs me 2:1... Not that he's overweight or anything, but I'd certainly be a big, bossy heiffer-cow if I never went to the grocery store and planned my dining out a week in advance...

Ugh... speaking of food, I could really use a sausage biscuit or a steak and cheese grinder right now... but don't tell anyone. I get dirty looks when people realize how much my malnourished ass is really capable of eating. Ooh... I have some ravioli... there's a thought... but of course, canned Franco-American pasta first thing in the morning would likely do some tricky things to my digestive system. I didn't eat dinner last night and the last thing I had was clear soup and yummy sushi from Ichiban around noonish yesterday.

I guess I'm babbling, but who gives. I think my recent past gives me the right to talk about stupid things and try to keep my mind distracted. Otherwise, I'll dwell on my issues until they really do stick me in the puzzle factory with the rest of the crazies.

Hmm.. when life gives you lemons, drain them into a water pistol so you can shoot the cruel fucks in their bloodshot eyes.

Or something like that. I need to find a snack before my stomach digests itself.