I suck!

Raul, a man after my own black, black heart:
A couple of posts ago, I said I was going to eat less meat

-- a lot less meat.

I had a plan. I failed.

Not only did I NOT eat less meat, but I felt cravings for meat like I have never felt before. I hit rock bottom yesterday at Cafe Freret, and ordered the "New Orleans Steak Bomb Sandwich." I was starving, and ate it greedily, at a table by myself without witnesses. That's right-- Steak BOMB--even the name sounds excessive and evil. I mean, what could I have been thinking when I ordered? I should remember-- I probably blocked it out of my mind like a memory of Auschwitz. Let's create a likely scenario:

Well-meaning Jessica to Self: Hrm... what should I order? Don't want to order meat-- it's a step backwards in the battle against world hunger... That veggie wrap looks nice.

Deviant Self to reasonable Jessica: I want COW.

Shocked and apalled Jessica to Self: Come on, Jessica, don't be so selfish.

Self to Jessica:* I'm not Jessica. I'm the devil. Now kindly undo these straps.

Nervous Jessica to "Self": Um, what?! Ok, be reasonable... the seafood poboy could be reaaaaaaaally good...

"Self" to Jessica: NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO! spins head 360 degrees, vomits split pea soup*

Jessica to "Self": Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

"Self" ranting:* You killed your mother! You left her alone to die! Bastard! in a high voice, face contorting Why you do this to me, Dimmy? enraged Keep away! The COW is MINE!

"Self"-posessed Jessica to waiter: Yes, I'll have the Steak Bomb sandwich
please. Thank you so much.

I feel sure that's how it happened. I know it's all a blur to me. Seriously though, I think I became overzealous in my quest to lead an environmentally-sustainable lifestyle. Maybe Keke will forgive me if I can't cut the meat out. Maybe I'll be more reasonable, and try to eat it
just once a day. I guess it's not such a big deal that I slipped. As you can see, Raul doesn't have a problem with it. :)

*References made to The Exorcism, of course.