{"id":663,"date":"2003-12-10T23:00:00","date_gmt":"2003-12-11T06:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.chocolatemussolini.com\/cm\/default.asp?n=145"},"modified":"2003-12-10T23:00:00","modified_gmt":"2003-12-11T06:00:00","slug":"crack-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/queenofsubtle.com\/cm\/?p=663","title":{"rendered":"Crack"},"content":{"rendered":"

So, yeah.<\/p>\n

<\/a><\/a>Somehow, eating this red pear that I brought to work in my purse in a little baggie (together with a yellow apple, in a little baggie, and soybean-spread-and-cheese sammich – 17g of protein1<\/a><\/sup><\/span> – in a little baggie2<\/a><\/sup><\/span>), reminded me of this dream I had Sunday night, which did not involve pears or baggies in any way, and was brought on by too much caffeine.<\/p>\n

I dreamed that I had eaten something bad, probably sugar. It was making my jaw clench, as if I was having a seizure. My teeth were clamping together tighter and tighter and I was getting more and more upset, trying to stop it. The more I panicked, the worse it got. I was screaming and crying. Just as I heard my teeth start to crack, I woke up.<\/p>\n

I hate when my brain tries to flaunt my issues while I’m sleeping. Yep, I have food guilt. I’m obsessed with my health. I’m prone to panic attacks. I have paranoia about my teeth. I already know I worry about these things. Why does it have to remind me? Traitor.<\/p>\n

Jenni<\/p>\n

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<\/a>1<\/a><\/sup> When I’m not dining out, what I eat is less food, more science.<\/p>\n

<\/a>2<\/a><\/sup> Are you sensing a fetish? Me too!<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

So, yeah. Somehow, eating this red pear that I brought to work in my purse in a little baggie (together with a yellow apple, in a little baggie, and soybean-spread-and-cheese sammich – 17g of protein1 – in a little baggie2), reminded me of this dream I had Sunday night, which did not involve pears or …read more<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_is_tweetstorm":false,"jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","enabled":false}}},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-663","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/po9qt-aH","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/queenofsubtle.com\/cm\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/663","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/queenofsubtle.com\/cm\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/queenofsubtle.com\/cm\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/queenofsubtle.com\/cm\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/queenofsubtle.com\/cm\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=663"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/queenofsubtle.com\/cm\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/663\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/queenofsubtle.com\/cm\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=663"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/queenofsubtle.com\/cm\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=663"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/queenofsubtle.com\/cm\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=663"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}