But I couldn’t have any of it, anyway.
Worse, there was flan. Flan! Didn’t have any of that, either. At least I have the gratification of knowing I preserved the sanctity of my blood sugar.
The bleak, cold, rocky-souled, Puritanical gratification. If one might call it that.
Went to a friend’s birthday party at Los Equipales restaurant (thanks, Roslee!) (And also, Happy Birthday!) Bunch of the usual ASFS suspects were on hand. Please accept my apologies that I don’t have energy to try to list you all. It was good to see you all. Food was good, too.
Then I came home to discover my pal Larry had left his sewer snake on my porch (thanks, Larry!) Sounds freakin’ awful, don’t it? But I was glad to see it. That … snake.
I’d asked him for help because my damn sewer is backing up, which was also a reason I was down but not out the other day.
So, I know what I’m doing tomorrow.
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The cake is always a lie.
Dang! I was afraid of that!
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