. . .Colonic Interregnum.
It's basically that uncertain period when I decide I'm no longer in love with Taco Bell, and I'm sending longing looks Arby's way. But I'm so indecisive I just do the big bag of generic artificially fruit flavored cereal I bought at Sam's Club for a few days. All is uncertainty. All is chaos. Will I get back together with Taco Bell, or am I already fatally tempted by that cheesy roast beef?
How many licks does it take?
The world . . . will have to forensically reconstruct my dietary decisions by a close reading of my strangest bowel movements yet!
