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The date is Thursday.. some day in September of the year from hell.  The Texas sun beats down heavily and roasts anything too stupid or injured to get under the cover of shade.  It's been 4 days since i've tasted the earthy goodness of fried potatoes, or had the sweet embrace of an ice cream sundae or soda...  The hunger has been gnawing at my insides while i feel myself slowly start to wither away.  In the last two weeks i've lost 6 lbs (last time i weighed myself).  If you know me at all you know that i don't have all that much weight to lose in the first place.  As the week continues i'm convinced that she's got a hidden stash of goodies somewhere that she won't share with me.  She'll sit and eat whatever we're having for dinner and then when i distract myself by killing zombies she goes and eats from her stashes.  In the end i think it's all part of her master plan to kill me.  The joke is on her though... i don't have any life insurance.