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Dinner. 02/22/05

Last night he cooked the scariest thing -- lots of smoked sausage, cut up into bits and fried, with onions and a can of barbecued beans. He added just the right spices that it tasted like sausage chili. Oh, so delicious, but Gods, the calories! At least we didn't have a bottle of wine for once. Where the fuck am I finding the willpower to only eat one bowlful of these glorious concoctions?!?! And all day, surrounded by the sight and aroma of food everywhere... somehow I resist. How long can I keep this up? Will I just break down and binge on jelly donuts and fried chicken on one of these lonely afternoons of self-inflicted deprivation??




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