Just when I think I've got this maintenance thing nailed... an alien took over my body a couple of hours ago and transferred a pile of Swiss chocolate from my hands to my mouth. Of course **I** was the one in control, but it sure didn't feel that way. It brought home the point that I'll probably never be cured of my deranged eating impulses -- the best I can do is figure out strategies to keep the monster in its cage. Fortunately I was able to snap out of it fairly quickly this time. Based on my shaky state of mind, I decided that I had to throw out a few items of food immediately, which I did (complete with Comet powder poured over them). Nuts, eh?
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