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   no need to hoard goodies
Friday, March 22 2013
Gretchen and I would be going down to Silver Spring in a couple days, and part of that trip would involve visiting a Trader Joe's. This meant that there was now less reason to continue hoarding provisions from our last visit to Trader Joe's back in January (in Albany). So today I busted into a jar of giant beans, one of my favorite items that can only be obtained from Trader Joe's. I don't know if this was the cause or whether instead it somehow was the room-temperature Ithaca Flower Power IPA (enjoyed while watching the episode of Bering Sea Gold where one of the people on the show lost a game of Russian roulette; sadly for the producers, this happened off-camera), but by the time I went to bed my guts were in an uncomfortable state. Later I would wake up in the middle of the night and need to make a rare wee-hours-of-the-morning visit to the brownhouse. Though I often find myself needing the facilities three or four times per day, I don't often suffer from true diarrhea, particularly of the painful molten-lava variety.

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