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5:30 PM - handful of potato chips, mustard. (Yes. It's a habit I picked up as a teenager, and it's still awesome.)
6:00 - a pear.
Mr. Clod is out tonight with a group of special needs dads who get together once a month, so I already know that dinner is going to be miscellaneous crap. It's hard enough to bother cooking when there's someone else who needs to eat; when it's just me it really ain't happening.
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