when they tell us about atherosclerosis. That is, the memory of succulent sweet Harold's Chicken melting on my tongue smothered in bar-b-que sauce. Which can be found only in Chicago to my knowlegde.
Some deficiencies Philadelphia will never be able to fix.
My other thought is that the last time I had my cholesterol taken, it was the early morning after a meal consisting of said Harold's. And my Cholesterol was still well within the normal range. This was a feat I did not think would be humanly possible. I mean, we're talking LDL in the 80s if I remember correctly, and an HDL of 60 or something.
Take that Apo-B100!
Dresses!
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Dammit. Now you've made me hungry. I wonder if there are any Harold's open at 6:45am...
I really wanted McDonalds after our atherosclerosis lectures. oops!
Freeform poetry time!
Oh, Harold's, with your bums and plexiglass, / with your drunks over from the liquor store / and your slumming UCers excited / for this break from QED problem sets / a Saturday night of chicken parts and / grease that steam in Chicago's winter air.
[To be performed over some arrhythmic drumming, 'natch.]
We had KFC for dinner last night. I was craving it thanks to your post. ;)
See, my Friday night wasn't much more exciting than yours. KFC and a study break to watch Alfie, the worst movie ever. Ugh.
Have a great weekend!
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