They can't all be winners. My last fifteen minutes.
The Lord have mercy and protect us, I've been eating soup for breakfast. I make odd food choices. This is widely understood.
I just realized what Campbell's Chicken Noodle Soup tastes like: disappointment mixed with acceptance. It is the comestible incarnation of your sense that you will probably never even graze the bottom of your aspirations, but that, on the bright side, you probably won't starve to death. Cold comfort in a warm bowl.
I feel nourished.
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