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I do not know why, but I feel at odds with mself right now. I was hungry and decided to make myself dinner after I came home from work, but once I entered the kitchen my logic completely went into overdrive...and overheat! I've put myself on a diet recently, and am allowing myself to only eat certain *select* foods, and somehow my calorie-counting turned into a frenetic deleria. I mixed together the most uncomplimentary things...Why'd I do that? This, with that, with that! The first few bites were bliss, and now my garbage disposal is all that enjoys my concoction. I think my body is craving certain things, certain nutrients that it has been deprived. Talk about a good dress-size dropper, I couldn't even force myself to eat my most favorite foods afterwards (which most definetly were NOT on the diet menu), not after desecrating my tastebuds in that manner. Oddly enough, this leaves me unsatisfied and repulsed, unable to savor anymore. All that is left is a structured nutrient made up of billions of molecular components; the key to true fullfillment of oneself is an intricate scientifically formulated measurement of exact incriments of distribution required for bodily functionings...Ironically a robotic world doesn't seem so distant nor inconceivable after all.