I'm starting to think that this contest might be getting into my head. Granted I was sleep deprived for much of yesterday and meat deprived for even longer, I'm not normally prone to visions.
So there I was, fast asleep in my bed last night when the dream descended upon me. It was a giant meatlovers pizza, slowly descending from the ceiling, but this meatlovers pizza was wearing a red and white silk robe.
Like any good Vegan I made the sign of the cross at the pizza and repeated the phrase "The power of Christ compels you!", but to no avail. Finally, inches from my face, the pizza -- in all of its cheesy and meaty goodness stopped its descent and actually spoke.
"I will break you," it said in a thick Russian accent (apparently there was a lot of Borscht on the pizza).
I'm not big on deciphering meaning from dreams, but I think there are two possibilities here. Either I will succumb to the temptations of a meatlovers pizza, OR I am about to end the Cold War a la Sly Stalone in Rocky III. We'll find out soon enough, though I don't find it promising that the Cold War is already over.
Thanks a lot, Rocky. Jerk.
Anyway the menu for the remainder of yesterday. Small meals of a Banana Nut Bread Clif Bar, PB&J, Yves Meatless Vegan Penne (quite tasty) and a cheeseless pizza with onions and pineapples I shared with Jody.
Day Three has begun now and I "enjoyed" the same breakfast as I have for the previous two days. I'm nothing if not consistent.
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