|My neurotic friend Eddie's cupboard.|
No food, just this. For a guy with a
debilitating fear of public restrooms, this
must be his way of living on the edge.
One tip he gave me was to supplement my diet with soluble fiber. (I'm officially old now. Go ahead, laugh it up.) So after stirring up a half a glass of the tangy-but-not-Tang drink this morning I was distracted by a text message. While scrolling through my tweets I absent-mindedly reached for the glass, tipped it back and... nothing. My half-full glass of liquid was now a full glass of thick orange pudding.
As I threatened to overwhelm the garbage disposal with the quart of sludge and stirred up another glass I thought, so that's how this stuff works.