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I have had two people tell me today that I look pale and one person tell me I look “pekid”. Which amounts to me being nervous that I’m going to succumb to a swoon—or worse—at any moment. Especially that “pekid” comment. “Pale “ can be purely cosmetic—and positive, even—noting that I’ve got that Rose McGowan porcelain doll chic happenin’. But “pekid” is never good.

I thought maybe I was affected by skipping lunch today and I took tah rummaging about in my bottom righthand desk drawer for some sustenance (‘cause yeeeah—I’m underfed—that’s my problem) and I tore into this Sunbelt Fudge Dipped Coconut Granola bar I’d had in there since Monday. Thems GOOD. I was sorta shocked by that, because they’re just 25 cents, which is redonkulously cheap and according to the often accurate you-get-whatcha-pay-for theorem, they should be disgusting. You can’t even get those Wrigley’s gum 5pc packs for a quarter anymore.

Nostalgic tangent time. . .

Back when I was in college, there was this dive in W Rutland (on old Rte 4, I believe it was located) and their signs advertised hamburgers for 15 cents. I was always quite curious about that place and what other <$1 fare they offered. But I never stopped in, mostly because of the hygienically sketchy look of its exterior, but also in part due to the aforesaid you-get-whatcha-pay-for mentality. I wonder if that place is still there? Ten years ago, it looked like a good huff and a puff would reduce it to rubble so… doubtful that it’s still there.