european mornings ease tumtacks

161 spring street, a few freezing minutes walk away from home to a (veryearly)morning breakfast proved rewarding. the trout/egg/potato/avocado/salsa mix/good latte motivated me - that if i want to continue indulging my tastebuds in yummyyumyumfood, i better start eating healthy and be rid of these tummyattacks. no more oily kfc indulgence / greasy junk that will clog up my systems. and now, back to earth, i think i might need to see a doc for these tummyattacks - hmm and for lack of a better word, i shall codename this episode of illness 'tumtacks' (short-form) for self-amusement.

ps: interestingdreamnumber348304703: i dreamt of sims3 last night - except in my dream/nightmare, the town was narcissistic-ally changed to 'shuks'. i was one of the controlled 'shuks/sims' and of cos, my occupation in it was prime minister (ha-ha-ha, so glad i wasn't a physio). in the dream/nightmare, i was leading the 'shuks/sims' in a rebel against the 'human players ' that were controlling our life, literally at the tip of their fingers by clicking away. what a disturbing dream/nightmare! as if that wasnt weird enough, my tactics in the dream/nightmare were 1.throwing viruses into the system 2.let the ghosts of the shukstown/simstown loose and out of the computer screen 3.feigning death so the humanplayers will leave the town alone.