This is the fifty ninth day in my life without food.
In fat class this week they handed us our charts and the doctor who runs the place went through them page by page. Kind of boring stuff but good information if your numbers have been out of whack as mine have been for some time. It's was interesting sitting in a class of fat people all with a blank stares on their face has Dr. Sunshine (as I call her) goes on very seriously about the numbers. She spoke as if she knew we wouldn't understand doctor speak, people know more than most doctors think they do.
They discontinued a lot of the "food" options this week especially the ones that don't sell very well. By the way some people acted you would think they were ripping food right out of their hands. The stuff they got rid of tasted like crap anyway...but I guess not to everyone. Some of them were going to get together to buy of the remaining cases of their faves, everyone has to be addicted to something I guess.
This week one of my best friends mentioned me on her TV show when she paid homage to my fried chicken saying it was the best she had every had. She said this to the owner/chef of one of the best restaurants in SF, the Foreign Cinema. Funny isn't it, I can't eat real food but I'm know for my fried chicken, ain't life weird.
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