My Xmas lunch


I fast all morning, and this is the reward I get?

Two muffins this time, less rubbery, more crumbly, but still not very good. Now I wait around until 3, and then I get to poke myself for a blood test.

Hey, while I was trapped in forced, hungry indolence, at least I got the syllabus done for my second spring semester course!

Comments

  1. robro says

    Better be careful. They train guide dogs by slightly underfeeding them so they are treat driven. Someone might get the idea that this is a way to get you to keep up with your work.

  2. birgerjohansson says

    If we are immunocompatible I wolunteer to donate 30 kg of adipose tissue, so you will not suffer malnutrition.

  3. blf says

    (This was actually written last night but I seemed to have forgotten to click Post…)
    The mildly deranged penguin hypothesizes — they pontificate, whilst sipping a fine port with chocolates and cheeses to accompany — is poopyhead is on the traditional feed-your-mate spider diet. This seems to be about the penultimate stage, purging him of most contaminants, such as Gates magnetic 5G nanobots and fluoridated peas, before being bitten, paralyzed, encased in silk, and so on…

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