April 2, 2004

Oh dear Mother Nature, I'm going to be sick. I've forgiven Hilliun completely due to this little device, particularly at this moment, as I wish to confide.

Have you ever particularly felt so hungry that you would do anything for food?

Well, apparently I was today. I don't remember the exact name of the human restaurant that I was forced to stop in, something with a large 'M'. MacDoougles? ...I don't know, but I'm never going there again. I'll remember this! As most of you may know, I'm strictly unable to eat the meat of something that has once moved, mooed, mewled, quacked, chirruped....to put it simply, I'm a vegetarian. Strictly allergic to any sort of meat. Even if I wasn't, there is no torture on this earth that would make me eat it in the first place.

Yes, I CAN, and DO go into the human population. I merely have to wear a hat that covers the points of my ears. Sometimes, on bright days, contacts. But today it was fairly muggy, therefore I didn't need them quite as much.

And with the smell of frying semi-meat permeating through the building, my stomach was churning already when I ordered the salad. And then the adolescent human serving the food wanted to know what kind I wanted...but I must say I was /quite/ embarrassed when she laughed at my answer. I told her, "One without any sort of meat, but not fruit." Fruit was for breakfast and half of dinner, but I prefer greens and vegetables for lunch.

So, she'd said something about a caesar, holding the chicken back to her coworker...

When my order came, I went to eat it outside on a bench....though honestly, I wasn't expecting the strong slap of the taste of chicken residing on the lettuce. I knew what that snapping sound from behind the barrier had been-- he'd reached in and taken the chicken off! But the residue was bad enough to spark a foul reaction, and I swear it was quite shameful to lose what was left of my breakfast in the bushes like that, or..well, beside them. I would never subject the poor plants to that, and grass does not mind at all when something steps on it. Don't listen to those 'Keep off' Signs, they're quite happy at any attention.

I didn't dare go back inside-- I'm quite sure I'd be even more violently ill if I smelt that cooking meat again.

But for now, I feel a bit...puny. I'm going to go to bed.

Goodnight, and pleasant dreams.