As I walk through the valleys of the shadow of grease...

I went to KFC last night. Let me repeat that in case you can't believe your ears. I went to KFC last night. Yep, my willpower lasted all of two weeks. Working in a foreign country, you sometimes just get the urge for a taste from home, though I did some in-depth checking, and much to my shock and horror, my home is not in fact in Kentucky. So, I guess the KFC thing wasn't really all that nostalgic, especially considering I never ate it anyway. I rediscovered the reason I never ate it last night. I couldn't actually force myself to finish it, despite paying about twice the price of a decent Chinese meal for the crap. It was bland, soggy and just plain horrid. I actually felt dirty as I walked out. With this and my ill-fated attempt at cooking I seem to be displaying several disturbingly suicidal tendencies. Stay tuned for my next Lucrezia Borgia moment, though I suppose if it's severe enough there won't be such an update.