Today I can't eat breakfast. It would gnarl my healer's skivvies. His chief vampire will suck my blood at 9:30 a.m. Having breakfast would "skew the lab results."
Ergo my entire being this morning is consumed with lust for two over medium, a slab of that nice ham fried in bacon grease, hash browns, coffee with sugar and heavy whipping cream, and toast with butter.
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aint blood sugar and blood draws a bitch lol .
Btw came here from Tam on another post but commented on this one as it hits close to home .
Yep. I donate only when my healer gets personally and loudly exasperated. He has a weak heart, so I try to humor him.
I toughed it out until Dracula was satisfied, thought about stopping at a down-home cafe, decided they wuldn't put enough butter in the pan. So I came straight home for a self-serve grease job, and I felt good all day.
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