No Beef Or Poultry In The Champagne Room

I am officially at Day 12 of zero red meat, pork or poultry. Do I feel better physically? Sure. Do I feel good knowing that the welfare of animals has improved as a result? Not really, because I also know that A) I will still wear bad-ass leather apparel like fingerless gloves and ass-less chaps from time to time and B) because I am morally-challenged in so many other ways that this small gesture isn't going to help any.

No, this is a self-centered experiment. So far I have drawn three conclusions. One: My intake of Cheese Strings has dramatically increased. Two: Eating all organic and shit 24/7 is expensive. Three: The Bronson Pinchot-lookalike working at the coffee stand in the local Capers thinks I have a crush on him since I've been there 3 times already this week. Suh-weet.