food

To give my innards and brain some space and time away from what to eat, what to cook, how to cook, how to fart, and the smell of meaty poo... today, I have begun to live without solid food. (I have estimated that I spend approximately 976 hours a year thinking about, preparing, shopping for, and gobbling up food.)  Not wholly dissimilar to the humming bird, my consumption involves no more than a puddle of sugary water (a recipe invented by my arch-enemy Stanley Burroughs), fish oil, salt broth and licorice tisane. In my newly acquired time, I plan on tackling much of the "list of lists" I posted yesterday.