There probably should have been some deep spiritual lesson, and maybe there was. But what struck me the most during that day was how absolutely unimportant the clock was to me. Apparently my whole life is scheduled around my next meal or recovering from the over indulgence of the previous one. Without that, it just didn’t matter to me what time it was. I knew that I really… I mean REALLY… enjoy a good meal, but that’s just ridiculous. I’m considering changing the blog title to “Ingestion Slave“!
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