I wish I had a gullet

[sarasvatia]

That's right, rocks in a pocket in my neck--for mechanical digestion. Thereby eliminating most of the need for chemical digestion. Which eliminates the need for a pile of acid to be sloshing about inside one of my internal organs. Which would mean, necessarily that said acid could not, right now, be eating away at said internal organ-- hard at work desperately attempting to perforate it and cause internal bleeding.

Pain thy name is H. pylori.

Yesterday I ate four bites of food. Silly Prime.

Ow.