What it takes to elevate me out of my default misanthropic desire to mutilate everything I see varies from moment to moment and is utterly unpredictable. The other night it took my all time favorite double-thick pork chop done to utter perfection, garlic sautéed spinach, the Mother of all Bloody Marys, and a book full of NYT Saturday xwords to soothe the savage beast within. My endo-babe and nephro-dude would kill me for it but they weren’t there and I trust you all to not fink me out.
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