Here is a rare moment in the life of chemo that I’m hungry. Starving, in fact. And I really want some chipotle. Right now. I hate going there alone though, and everyone in my house is in a “anti eating out” phase right now. What a super fun bunch we are. I wish I knew someone who a) liked chipotle, b) would pay for themselves (since I just spent $450 on two weeks of pills at walgreens!), c) wouldn’t look at me like a freak when I run to the bathroom to puke up my guts, or d) all of the above.
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