Today I spent my morning at the DMV. What a lovely place. Actually, it's not that bad. Having grown up in Atlanta, the Portland, OR DMV seems filled with utterly delightful people. The DMV folks in Atlanta seem to very genuinely wish me death when I almost as grumpily walk in the door. Today's mission was due to the fact that I lost my wallet on Friday after a meaningless night out at a bar attempting to have a conversation with someone I don't much respect. Double loss. I had to replace my drivers license, and if I'm feeling really loathsome towards myself, I may post a photo of the photo that's going to grace my new license. I look miserable in it, which is fitting, since I had a splitting headache, hadn't eaten, and had just been studying acid/base imbalances. Then I came to work... I'm temporarily working for a family with boy/girl 9.5-month-old twins. I either come here and eat all day, or I get here, and am too swamped/high on yerba mate to eat. Today I was just busy, and I'm doing an overnight with the babes, so I've had my hands full until a little after 9. No food photos today.... unless babies are food, then I have plenty. Both of them barfed on me today. It appears they don't yet appreciate the fact that barfing up your food EVERY TIME YOU EAT is considered an eating disorder. But for now, I'll chalk it up to immature digestive systems, the fact that what their eating tastes terrible, and perhaps maybe they just feel like being little monsters. 

Today I ate paleo, even though I didn't want to. I feel like I should most days of the week. It keeps me from being awful. But on the other hand, I also want to eat raw most days. This makes NO sense. Raw foodies eat RAW, and almost none of them eat animals. I like poultry/seafood, although I feel quite bad about eating it, and I also like raw. Today I ate totally raw, with the exception of a chicken breast and a chicken sausage. You know the most annoying thing about chicken sausage? First of all, it is wrapped in PORK INTESTINE, which is super nasty, and secondly, if you cook it in the microwave, and it somehow doesn't dry out, the second you take a bit, chicken sausage juice embarrassingly shoots all over the place... and if you're lucky, your neighbor. I so love chicken sausage that when I dropped a little bit of it while eating it, I picked it up out of the bed, (yes, I was eating chicken sausage out of a football napkin while in bed), and I ate it. 

The end.