Duncan Blitz had a small case of Sad. "I'm forty-fucking eight, and what can I show for it?" He checked the freezer, the fridgie, the kitchen cabinet, for chocolate. nada.
Duncan opened a Tecate, squeezed a lime, took a tug.
It was better not to measure, he decided. Tomorrow could bring dark chocolate.
DUNCAN IS ON THE PENSIVE EATING PLAN:
Breakfast:
Slow-brewed Stormy Tea
Lemon Curd Cake
3 mugs cafe con leche
Snack:
Chewy Granola Bar
Chinggis Vodka, Gold. 2 shots
Lunch:
skip
Dinner:
Tortilla Soup
Cesar Salad
club soda with lemon
Dessert:
Chocolate Chunk chocolate ice cream
Ultra Dark Chocolate Truffle with caramel and salt.
I feel much better, thought Duncan.
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