Food blogs are the worst. "I had a chicken-breast sandwich for lunch." Who the eff cares? With that in mind, here's what I had for lunch:

One chicken leg, and one duck leg.

Duck. I asked for two chicken legs, but that's not what I got. After enjoying the first succulent leg - the chicken - I realised that the second leg wasn't chicken at all. It was, as already established, the leg of a duck. This was not a pleasant experience. Duck can be excellent eatin' (my aunt makes a mean duck), but not this one, not supermarket duck leg, all stringy dark meat, thick skin, and copious amounts of fat. Ugh. I feel sick. Yes, I ate the whole thing. Dammit, I was hungry! And I thought, "it's duck, how bad can it be?", and the answer was "pretty freakin' bad!".

Listening to Alanis Morissette, and working on a few AO story-bits for later today.  ¶ 14:38