
Victory claimed!
Yep, I beat that pompous piece of pork and roasted up a tenderloin fit for a king.
Furthermore, three slices of said masterpiece disappeared down the throat of yours truly.
I didn’t get sick.
I didn’t get freaked.
I just cooked and ate like the sane do.
Oh, I was rocking the bravery game, yesterday!
No telling what wondrous feat of normalcy awaits us today.
Until tomorrow…
Chloe