I'm Not the Smartest Man You'll Ever Meet

But I do know this...some food combinations just don't agree with you. This is tonight's...

Two slices of pizza that I wouldn't describe so much as greasy, but the words "moist" and "oozing" come to mind.
Numerous slices of deli turkey that had a thin, watery layer on top.
Four glasses of milk, the last of which was drank sheerly because it was there.

So yeah...tonight's trip to the South Street Diner will likely not include food, unless my...see, now I can't even think of the system that heals your ills.

But more on this as it develops. And as I pound away at this 2000-word essay for which I also have to watch Jaws (a two-hour film I have never seen).