Wednesday, September the 15th, 2004

It was cheese, or the lack of it actually. When I slammed the door (for effect) and stomped out (for effect), I happened to walk past this pizzeria where the guy was just taking this huge pie fresh out of the oven. It was the usual fully cheese covered base with a heart-attack-lovin’ four or five further varieties of cheese generously poured (yes poured, not sprinkled, not grated) on top.

A couple of slices of that and I felt better than ever. I shouldn’t let primary nutrients like bodily cheese content go down to such critically low values. I get all mean and furious for no real reason.

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