So yup. As the title says. It's been a long haul of one of those days here in the smoggy state of New York in Trumps ant farm. Ugh, the mention of that spineless amoeba (oxymoron? Is that the word) makes my skin crawl and crave a hit of death. But alas, I've resigned myself to quit. I quit- Quitting on my health. I choose to suffer and bother all you fine souls about it.
How have you battled those really terrible cravings?