Forgive me, I may have strayed off the path of no meat.
Last night I slept restlessly–it was too damn hot in my room, I thought I was going to just burst into flames, I had a sweatshirt, sweatpants, shirt under the aforementioned sweatshirt. I was suffocating.
But this has nothing to do with anything for whatever reason.
I just ate a sandwich.
Not a grilled cheese sammy, not a tuna melt, a honest to goodness full of meat sandwich.
I've never been so damn happy in my life. A week of no meat I was bored, I had nothing to work on, I couldn't even practice on my meat seasoning. I don't know how to season meat, so I have to get my shit together...
Meat, meat, meat. I love meat...
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