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Sunday, Super Bowl Bloody Sunday...
So again, I skipped my WO... this is a sad, sad blog. Only if my two followers would really follow me, and leave comments, and motivate me... damn youse!

Anyway... so, this is my last day to enjoy my animals. I actually watched the last quarter of the Super Bowl, drank beer and wine, ate hot wings and a five-cheese pizza. Yum, did I say... Yum... That pizza was sooo good. And around 11:50ish I watched the clock because veganism was near and I had to be careful what I intook.

And, funny story: After I just devoured the wings and pizza... I'm sitting in the crowded bar talking to my friend and I tell him that I have this slice of cake that I brought with me, and I wanted to eat it, but it's not right because I didn't buy it there. Of course my friend instructs me to just eat it (eat it, eat it, eat it....) and I can't, even though there is a fork still on the bar. Just as I notice the fork, my friend screams and there's a fork. Shhh. He walks away from me in a drunken frustration... And now I'm frustrated. Ahhh... and time is of the essence. It's now 11:56pm, do you know where your slice of cake is? It's in a paper bag on the freakin' bar, watching me! Ahhh... so I grab the cake and run to the bathroom. I rip open the bag, open the plastic container, and where's the fork. I left it on the bar! Ah well, I pick it up with my bare hands, and raise it to my lips slowly as if I was going to gently kiss it first. Then I shoved half of it into my mouth. I then checked my watch, it was only 11:57... I could finish the other half, but I choose not to. I put it back in the container and back in the bag and in the trash. After I left the bathroom and sat back down at the bar I wondered how many people saw me run to the bathroom with the paper bag and come back out without it. With a crazy smile on my face. I sat and wondered and gazed into out-of-space. The bartender looked at me strangely and gestured for me to wipe my nose. So I did, it was a little white speck. "oh, oh no.. it's whipped cream" I said. "...from where?" She said. "Uh, uh..." Never mind.

the end.