I’m so satiated with my meals nowadays that I sometimes accidentally miss a meal… Continue reading
Oh shit, I woke up too late. Continue reading
Wow! I’m four days behind on my posts! But did I continue on with my diet? Continue reading
A Slave to the Rhyme
I’ve been a slave to the rhyme.
Chains of servitude* wasted,
Feigning happiness like a mime street performer.
Yay! 9-1-1 DAY! Except it’s another day with the same ol’ food. Continue reading
Sunday, Bloody Sunday. I reveled in this day of creation, and in this particular installment, also a rare spot of play. But food was yet again a part of the day, and therein lies was one of my most difficult tests yet. Continue reading
Chapter 81: “Six Months of Self-Loathing”
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This was a nightmare.
As construction began on the new dish room, we were relocated to a small section on the main floor of the kitchen in a makeshift “dish box.” There was a drain added to the flat-as-a-pancake floor beneath us, and therefore, the water just sat there. During the first week, the machine spat out gallons of water onto the floor daily, causing a mini-flood outward into the chemical/ mop bucket room.
Sure, that’s where our floor sink resided, but the problem was that the water flooded around the foot high walls of the sink and down onto the Emergency Department below us. Yeah, not a pretty sight.