I was just back in Ohio for some unpleasant business. But then that's a given, isn't it? Few venture to Cleveland to have a hot 19 year-old masseuse rub crystallized ginger into their back while Enya plays in the background. Nope, this time there was zero possibility of a happy ending.
Anyway.
God, is it hard to diet on the road. I was in the land of wings, delis, favorite childhood pizza, and fantastic ice cream parlors that serve real food, too. I drove past them all, munching on beef jerky. I never particularly liked beef jerky, but man, I loathe it now.
Anyway.
It's good to be back in Seattle, where I can't think of a single tempting thing to eat.