all binge, no purge

my (someday) erstwhile neighbors have been yammering outside my window for over an hour, and their persistent insipid speculation regarding the status of the elevator is beginning to vex me. but this is beside the point.

the point is that i've been on the precipice of illness all week, and i hold my diet partly responsible. for reasons unknown, frighteningly large numbers of dead fish have been making their way into my stomach, and at this rate there will not be a salmon left upstream in all of the Pacific Northwest by year's end. i've been rationalizing by playing up the fuerte and omega-3's, but in reality the binge has gone too far...