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Sunday, July 02, 2006


2 minutes. press start.

the light comes on, and the plate starts spinning.

i stand to the side, with another bowl in my hand. this one doesn't need to be heated up. i'll just eat that out of this bowl. i peer in and see a few chunks of avocado floating around. yummy.

i hear a popping sound. i guess it's done. i take the plate out into the living room and sit sit down.

coffee's poured from the french press. a small forkful of cold salad is taken in, followed by a piece of tenderloin.

i take a moment to savour the moment, the taste. guess it wasn't my imagination afterall.

"It's times like these you learn to live again"
-Times like these, Foo Fighters


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