As long as I cut it off at five pm, I've learned that there is essentially no limit to the amount of coffee I can poor into my caffeine-furnace. If I have a teaspoonful of weak coffee at 5:03, I won't sleep for two days.

No one on the internet knows you, none of the people you like to talk to here are actually your friends, and thinking that they'd give a second's thought to your well-being is a pipe-dream. How is your day going?

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That was back in my carnivorous days, but I went with sausage, eggs, and a barbecue sauce (usually I made the sauce myself). Damned tasty.

My elementary school used to have "pizza burgers" as a food, but I'm not sure that that works in reverse (that being said, at uni I lived on breakfast pizzas for like a year so my opinions are wrong and dangerous).

I say this as someone who has eaten fried mac and cheese on a stick: that is just nightmarish.

I'm no county fair purist, but I feel *very* confident that the words "fried curd" and "edible shimmer" are not meant to be in the same description, and to do so is an affront to nature, humanity, and all powers beyond.

Ah, I see. Enthusiasm is the bane of my existence as well...though I have also heard that sweetened cranberry juice is less effective for health issues. (Mixing it with a bit of lemon juice or orange juice can reduce the hellishness, if you still have some. Or do what I do and add gin.)

Dare I ask why this experiment took place?

Love those moments when your usually supportive family reminds you, in the sharpest, most brutal way, that no, they *don't* actually understand your disability.