When I am sad or depressed about something, my default reaction is to isolate myself from people. With the death of my cat last week, I needed to be alone and away from everybody. The first 2 days, I stayed home and the redneck allowed me to have my space then as soon as I was ready to go out, we went to look for a hole in the wall kind of eating.

The food wasn't that great but it was edible enough.

My body needed grease more than ever. Loaded up on more grease on my way back to Dallas today.