Twelve months ago I looked at the list of things that
doctors said I should or should not do, or eat, and did not handle it
well. I said on numerous occasions that
if I gave up much more I would come full circle and explode in a frenzy of vice,
finally getting shot robbing a bank while doing a line of blow off the backside
of a transsexual prostitute. That wouldn’t
be good for anyone.
Now I have stopped eating meat and stopped drinking
alcohol. I am working up to cutting out
dairy and sugar. I practice yoga three to four times per week. I am extending my notions of ahimsa to my gaming life, a difficult
feat when facing down an army of ogres. These
things make me happy, and there are no gun totting transsexual prostitutes
covered in blow to be seen.
testing
ReplyDeleteI'm glad to hear you've come so far. That being said, I ask you a favor. Don't send off the purloining, heavily-armed, gender-bending, powder-dusted harlots just yet: I am discovering that there are worse things to forgo than meat, drink, and sweet, and I may soon have need of your idiosyncratic procurements.
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