it ain't no powerbar

i just consumed a protein bar. this is the first time i've consumed such an object. "energy bars" are something to which i am no strange--frankly, a clif bar in the morning makes me a happy little camper. this, however, did not.

the protein bar i just had epitomizes, i believe, everything that is wrong with the universe. it is the embodiment of scourge and sediment. it is the evil that dares not speak its name. it was supposed to taste like chocolate, but all i could discern was a strange, ashen, assy taste that continues to linger on my tongue several hours later.

suffice it to say, i've learned my lesson.

i must now go find myself an orange to wipe away the taste before i am sick.

the moral of today's story, sweetlings: if you want protein, eat an egg. or tofu. or cheese. fear the bar. FEAR IT!