The sentiment of another writer, whose name was never captured and so escape was unnecessary: If I could get passed my frontal lobe, all would be well. Yesterday, the cosmos aligned in such a way as to malign me with formidable foes in an astrological clusterfuck: pain, panic, and Mexican food.
SOB with me
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Ramblings of a Medicated Lady: Words of Woe by Loria Taylor 
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April 10, 2009 at 10:03 am
bindo
I feel the same way with Chinese food, but Mexican is always a good second..But when it really gets bad, only Jewish soul food will do, aka Cornbeef on rye, big kosher pickle and a Dr. Browns Cream soda.
April 12, 2009 at 6:07 pm
poeticgrin
Pain, Panic, and Mexican Food: The MedicatedLady Story. A Lifetime Original Movie starring Mindy Cohn and Lucy Liu (in alternating roles).
April 13, 2009 at 12:42 am
mariana
The results is a written description of the universe coalescing out of the Big Bang, cooling and spreading into galaxies whose structure was determined by sound waves reverberating in the cosmic fireball and a disruptive frontal lobe.