Week 1

To quote one of the great presidents of the United States, "Today is a great day to die!" Taken from James A. Garfield right before he was assassinated.

Today, I start out on a journey of the body and mind, but especially the body. I have made a small wager, a tiny bet; Actually, I signed a damn contract to no longer eat at fast food places in exchange for my soul. I will now have to either pre-prepare my food or eat pre-prepared food.

According to the bylaws of my hellish contract, I must keep a journal of my journey or else I must suffer the consequences of having to speak to my family, whom adopted me from an early age.

I will and shall be brief because typing is ultimately is the same as speaking, and speaking is ultimately the same as blowing out lots of hot stale air. Nobody likes that.

Today, I made me an egg sandwich for breakfast, and had some wonderful BBQ for lunch thanks to my generous company. Tonight, if I'm lucky, I may kill a kitten thats been scratching at my door. Or Beef Raman. I, of course, could never kill a kitten; I'll get my neighbor to kill it instead.

Redlobo Out!