Terri Schiavo's Journal: Day 7

So anyway, today I had the liver and bunions, an arguably passable meal. As usual, I have a few observations to make about it. First off, where was the bacon? I'm not sure, but I can tell you where it wasn't. Liver and bunions just isn't liver and bunions without bacon! Second, the bunions were not too good, much to crusty for my taste. Overcooked maybe? To dried out? I really couldn't put my foot on it, so to speak. OK, the first two I can forgive, but this last one really makes me not want to eat here anymore - my liver was like shoe leather. All chewy and tough and flavorless. I must have looked like a retard eating it. Sure, you don't make liver and bunions with Foie Gras, but I swear there wasn't an ounce of fat in my liver. I know my diet for the last 15 years has been pretty low fat because - hey, why would I need to store any extra energy? It's not like I am going anywhere. Seriously though, would it have been too much to ask for them to force feed me a few dozen sticks of fucking butter before they cut me off? You know what? Come to think of it, my meal sucked!