Tunaholics Anonymous

For 3 days I got tuna every afternoon. On the first day, it was a pleasant surprise. On the second day, I prepared myself for disappointment, but there it came again. By day three the tuna craving had officially rewired the circuits in my brain and I was back in the old habit. Tuna is not merely wistfully expected now but has become indispensable in keeping away life’s dreary spots. I need tuna. Now on day 4, nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing!

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