this morning #604.

this morning, as part of her recent attempt to scale back her scale-based frame of mind, she’d assembled a bountiful breakfast built up of whatever the hell her lil’ heart desired. diet dread be damned. a can of spam fried up into thin slices, canadian bacon style. a big bowl of her kids’ trix. she refused to subscribe to the notion that they were only for kids. two of their chocolate-frosted entenmann’s donuts. powdered sugar tossed on top. her diet had helped her learn to enjoy ruby red grapefruits, so she went with one of those. powdered sugar tossed on top. as a finishing touch, she poured a large glass of fresh-squeezed OJ with a splash of champagne. the spread helped calm her brain.