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My building's cafeteria has something going called "National Burger and Egg Month" with the subtitle "Don't fear it!"

The only concrete result I can see from National Burger and Egg Month is that they are offering a breakfast hamburger: An angus steakburger topped with hash browns, a fried egg, and cheese.

Guys, I love hamburgers with a deep and abiding passion, and I like breakfast sandwiches. I like all the ingredients of this sandwich. I like putting strange things on my hamburgers, but I fear it. I do. I would totally eat it, but I don't want to spend my entire day at work trying to digest it. I'm not tilling the fields, I'm filing the forms, I don't need that kind of caloric intake first thing in the morning.

I fear and desire it. The cafeteria has succeeded at creating a literary conflict inside of me. Man vs. Nature, Man vs. Man, Man vs. Self, Man vs. Breakfast Hamburger.

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Every morning I go through all the Dead Isle feedback I get, respond to what needs response, and fix what needs fixing. Then I go through the new chapter I'm about to post and do any last-minute tweaks.

Chapter Twenty has now been posted, and I count at least two random, kind of amusing in-jokes that I don't think were intentional when I first wrote it. See if you can spot 'em. :D

Tomorrow's chapter will probably go up late; I have all-day software traning offsite, and while I can still access email/livejournal/etcetera, I doubt I'll have the time to do any editing. I have to actually pay attention, because I'm learning to use Microsoft Project, which I have never used before. It looks like Excel but acts like it's possessed, so I'm bringing some holy water just in case. (I am packing a lunch. The area where they hold offsite training is in an urban food desert, and I don't want to scavenge from the vending machines again.)

Friday, I suspect I will end up trying the Breakfast Hamburger.

For science.