And now, half an hour later, in full accordance with prophecy, I’m contemplating vegetarianism again. I’ve done a veggie week or two at a couple of points, and every so often I catch myself toying with the idea of trying it on a more long-term basis. The problem is that I like meat, and that– and I recognize that the answer to this is “cook at home more”– acquiring lunch near where I work that does not include meat is virtually impossible. But you know what plant-based meals have never done to me? Made me feel horrifying and gross and I’m going to die soon and like it, and my fourteen pounds of fried that I just ate are doing just that.
Ugh. I’ve ben fatter and I’ve been thinner at various points in my life, especially over the last eight years or so where I’ve gone through at least two complete cycles of it, but right now I’m at the fatter end of the scale. Time to start slimming down again one way or another because I am sick of this shit right now and the older I get the harder it’s going to be to reverse this on even a temporary couple-of-years level.
But goddammit, meat tastes good. Fried tastes good.
Until the part where it makes you want to throw up.
In other news, I appear to have survived two days of Running the Building, and tomorrow is a teacher record day and there will be no kids around. I’m only expecting to be at work for a half day but it’s possible that my boss will disabuse me of that notion later this evening. I rather hope that he sensibly declares that he doesn’t care so long as Shit Gets Done, which is his usual MO, because I sort of have people coming over tomorrow to put in a new garage door opener. I probably ought to actually be in the house for that.
Yesterday was startlingly easy, if tiring. We paid for it today. It’s not quite worth two-hours-of-ranting-and-six-thousand-words paying for it, but it was bad enough. I’m tired as hell right now. Time to watch TV and kill orcs.