What's the frequency, K-bot?

b1-66er: Here's one for you...

This AM I'm sitting at the dinner table, eating breakfast as one does in full acceptance of trans meal culture...

Time for morning meds...

Only half a dose of everything in my containers...

"I guess the tryptophan of the deep fried turkey winked out my ability to count last night..."

Ha ha uh...

Not EXACTLY...

In my food phrenzy, instead of eating dinner, I rode the exercise bike. 

Tecfidera is a known liver router. I only take it with food. 

Except there was no more food. 

The results this AM?

MS underdose...

P pill underdose...

No vitamins (took D in the morning)...

Wait wait, there's more physical damage to witness...

I had beef...

AND turkey ...

AND potatoes...

YESTERDAY. 

So Johnny Snooty I Eat So Much Better Than All You Prix throws it all in a trashcan in single afternoon.

Three years. 

Gone. 

If I full-on relapse, break the spokes out of my wheelchair, put a Metallica sticker on my forehead, take all the change out of my pockets and be DONE WITH IT. 

Special K: Can I have your stereo?