It's a question of distance + velocity = time.
Now, lets say you have a time limit before you're going to explode set at approximately 25 minutes. If you live 40 miles from your destination, and the max average velocity you travel is 60 MPH, then it will take you about 40 minutes to arrive. There was no way to make it.
It may have been the salad, but was probably the chicken.
"That'll teach you to eat healthy, you damned fool!" I hear my body screaming at me.
I guess it really wasn't even that healthy, it had cheese and fats in the vinegarette. However, I am suddenly finding that I like salad when done right. This is a very strange point in my life, whereas up to now I've hated eating anything that did not once walk or swim. Granted, I'll never succumb to the sin of vegetarianism, but I may begin a more "balanced" style of intake.
The other thing is caffine. I need caffine, and it's GOOD for me as well. However, most caffinated things are super-saturated with sugar. The exception is coffee, however I don't have time in the morning to go buy coffee and the sludge here can hardly pass as "safe for animal consumption" so I dare not try it... especially considering my recent weakening of intestinal fortitude.
As for other news in the word today, I don't think Terri will make it and Mark proves people are dumb. I've restarted looking for homes, essay vato. We'll see how that comes along.
Love ya'll,
Doom.
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Unfortunately I was right. Terri didn't make it. And HOLY FUCK, Michael is an dickhead. "No, you can't see your daughter as she dies."
To my 3rd army, GO OUT MY INSANEO-RIGHTWINGERS AND BRING THE PAIN OF THE ANGEL OF DEATH UPON HIM!
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