"burger" (and fries) from stu_spivak's flickr stream
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It was a stressful week, of lining up jobs; of trying not to care about the Tour de France, which, to judge by the way things have been going the past few years, will end in the courts, rather than on the Champs-Élysées; of doing battle with the slugs in the backyard, who, to judge by their acceleration up the brick wall of the garden towards anything recently cooked, are, I’m guessing the lucky recipients of Iban Mayo’s now superfluous stash of EPO; and of taking flak from our piece in Time Magazine’s Cheapskate blog. Mostly, what that made me feel was how much it must suck to be a celebrity, and wake up to that kind of hate every morning. I won’t say that I understood Heath Ledger in that moment, but maybe I had some insight into Liz Lemon, because what I most wanted to do in all the world was eat, eat greasy, eat pricey, eat anything I wanted. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t indulge myself a little.
