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and that was Friday. The 13th, even.

Working, working, working. Slightly manic, in fact, but that’s more yay than uh-oh. Unfortunately, one of the prime indicators that I’m in a massive manic word-creating mode is that I have an utter disinclination – nay, an actual aversion – to doing any kind of meal-prep. Which, since I abhor most prepackaged frozen dinner things, […]

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