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I don't miss cheesesteaks

I've been having a lot of issues with eating on this haunt up to the Bay.

It started with before I got here, as the news got so oppressive I just said fuck it and went crazy with the bread pudding.

Last night I was saved from gorging myself at 10PM by the fact that the donut shop in Albany which has long been a source of shame/comfort was undergoing construction. Lucky, lucky man.

Today I was thinking about how to regain some composure in the face of old patterns and the general air of misery of the world. Which is when I realized that I don't miss cheesesteaks.

I ate a lot of cheesesteaks in college. Almost every day. I was addicted to the things. I figure I've eaten more than my fair share. Enough that I don't crave them, in the same way that I don't crave Frosted Flakes or Raisin Bran: they're fucking boring.

So there.

That's a food I have power over: cheesesteaks.

So long, you greasy suckers.