After all, I did have the slight notion that it was nearly lunchtime.
Oh. That's right. I ate lunch. Right after I got up.
Taco soup for breakfast. Yum yum.
I write now to give you a short story.
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Once upon a time, I ate pizza for dinner on Tuesday. Then I had cold pizza for breakfast on Wednesday, then leftover pizza for lunch later, then I went to a friend's house where we ate---guess what?---pizza for dinner. Then I ate more cold pizza for breakfast.
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What a lovely life.
More soon...or something like that.
