tv dinner + mashed potatoes shaped like a turkey + frozen peas + a slice of bread = a date with the toilet (i got so far as putting my finger down my throat again, but managed to convince myself i could dismiss this as a special occasion, so i now i feel like i may well puke involuntarily) and something approaching... forgot where i was going with that.
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