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Three ? weeks of not eating meat. I'm having visceral pangs of longing. Right across the street is a place called Super Pollo. For those not as well versed in the intricacies of the Spanish language, that translates to SUPER CHICKEN. I can smell it when I come home. I salivate and my incisors grow. Another thing: you can be a vegetarian, still consume a lot of calories and hence be a chunky bastard. I swear to the gods I'm going to start yoga on the regular. Also, bicycle time is looming. I'm not fat, but I feel soft and doughy. Must get materials for painting: 8x4 panel and 2x2's or 2x3's for stretchers. Have to rent vehicle although DF said he would let me use his car after he gets back from vacation. ALSO, DF had my plotter stand this whole time. I have absolutely no memory of asking him to hold it. Thanks to modern pharma (and regular doses of rye and bourbon) my memory is completely shot. I'm also tapering K again, because my Uncle (my pdoc) said to. Down to 1mg. The taper makes everyone look ugly. Or it makes you just look at ugly people. I swear I saw deformed faces at union square: the kind that seemed weeded out by natural selection and genetic testing. But what I really thought was the taper just made me notice people I normally ignore. Also, I saw Dolly again randomly. We noticed each other but didn't speak. This was in the LES.