cellini's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 3 Days to Munich In 3 days we're flying to Munich. Woo-hoo! I have to pack and shit. Aside from packing I think I've done all the possible planning and preparation possible. I already even have Euros in my wallet. We're fucking set. On Saturday I finally got a new mini tractor. It came with a wagon and a mower deck and a cover and some other stuff. Dude sold it to me for $450, which was a good deal. I paid for it entirely with mileage reimbursement from road trips for work. Very satisfying. I got about a quarter acre mowed before I had to go run errands and by the time I came back it had started raining. Since then it's been raining most of the time so I've not gotten much use out of the new mower yet. Ugh. Just ugh. The taste was this vile spiciness that I hardly seem to register as even being edible. I wanted to vomit it out. It wasn't that there was really anything wrong with the sauce. My body just no longer accepts pork as food. My stomach has been all queasy and weird since then. I don't even know how long its been since I gave up pork. But its really gotten to the point where aside from the occasional craving of bacon or barbeque, I don't desire pork at all now. In fact, I bet that if I ate a couple of pieces of pork bacon at this point, the reaction would be the same as with the ground pork last night. I think my body would just reject it. 3:47 p.m. - 2009-05-04 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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