So I like my coffee black now. Being out of milk for two weeks will do that to a person. I remember a couple of years ago, my dentist told me it would be a good idea to use artificial sweeteners instead of sugar when possible. I was showing signs of cavities between my teeth, the kind you get from consuming ridiculous amounts of sweet tea and caramel lattes. The sugar substitute proved to be a poor one, so I learned to drink my coffee with cream only. Over time, to be healthier, I began to enjoy my coffee with milk instead. Extracting the last additive, the dairy, has allowed me to view coffee itself as a luxury. Its a small triumph, but as the project progresses, I am discovering the things I can live without, and in turn, finding strength in myself.
Yesterday was day 14. For breakfast I made scrambled eggs, I carefully poured out a portion of the Egg-Beaters I had left, and added some hot sauce. I drank some of the last of my orange juice, and saved a little for later. My packed lunch staples of string cheese, canned fruit juice and cold pizza are now gone. I checked my pantry and decided on some tuna and crackers for protein, one of the few bananas that remained, and some almonds. I also accepted the usual offerings at the food court, a piece of orange chicken plucked out from its peers, a couple of crisp, freshly fried potato chips, and a single puff ball of steamy garlic bread. I haven't been hungry yet, and I still have a good bit of random food, including some pasta, canned vegetables, and frozen shrimp. The dishes will inevitably get more creative.
Later that evening I checked my voice-mail and found out I had won the contest for the Scarborough Fair tickets.
*Score*
The guy on the message referred to them as a "pair of tickets" but I entered to win a family 4 pack so...I plan on calling the radio station and making sure before I find a way to pick them up. I already bartered my painting for a ticket so the extra tickets are a bonus. I may use one of them to barter with at the fair, for drinks, and to continue my yearly tradition of consuming a scotch-egg(a hard boiled egg wrapped in breakfast sausage and deep fried). Eating a scotch egg is probably the worst thing you could ever do for your body besides maybe...smoking an unfiltered cigarette while fake tanning and popping your knuckles all at the same time.
Sunday, May 16, 2010
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I have been trying to figure out something I could barter with you to help out and tonight I went to sketch and I pushed on the back of my pencil to just get a click and the unsatisfying action of the smallest bit of led falling onto the paper to tell you ' you sir, are out of led'. So, if you have a little bit of 0.5 led laying around anywhere and still have not replenished your milk yet, or another form of food that may be more useful I would be glad to trade..
ReplyDeleteJosh, I will look around for some led:) thank you!
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