I really enjoy Chinese food. I enjoy having food delivered to me. I enjoy the mix of flavors - all over rice. It's just a good experience. Until later that evening. The older I get the less Chinese food likes me. It sits in my stomach like lead for hours. And yet, after enough weeks have passed so that I have forgotten the lead in stomach feeling, I order it again -- knowing full well that I'll feel awful later.
Another insight into my warped psyche.
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