Dad is doing so much better. He started rehab a week ago, and is moving along in leaps and bounds.
I am currently in Odessa, Texas. I have done little more than eat prodigious amounts of very-bad-for-me food.
Including, at lunch, some gravy. Gravy with bacon and jalapenos.
I'm a little fahrklempt from all the foodage.
I need to lift off the pedal and get some salad.
And water.
And a strict workout regimen.
And a fat eating virus.
PS - I did have a salad for dinner. But the pecans and bleu cheese may have rendered it less healthy. Along with the tres leches cake. Don't judge - I'm under a metric fuckton of stress.
I am currently in Odessa, Texas. I have done little more than eat prodigious amounts of very-bad-for-me food.
Including, at lunch, some gravy. Gravy with bacon and jalapenos.
I'm a little fahrklempt from all the foodage.
I need to lift off the pedal and get some salad.
And water.
And a strict workout regimen.
And a fat eating virus.
PS - I did have a salad for dinner. But the pecans and bleu cheese may have rendered it less healthy. Along with the tres leches cake. Don't judge - I'm under a metric fuckton of stress.
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