This has been mostly a week about blah so far.  I had some involuntary fasting from Sunday night to Tuesday night - I couldn't bring myself to eat anything, and generally felt like someone had kicked me in the stomach.  Which was no fun.  Then, last night, I decided to end this phase by going out to eat with Carey, so that I might force myself to ingest something.  This was a good plan, and indeed, I did manage to eat.  Unfortunately, the chosen meal was hot wings and beer.  So yeah, I'm sick as hell today.  
Lessons were learned.
Lessons were learned.
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