There are no words for my horror.

Today I am told, lunch is snail.

Yes, Snail.


Aside from the fact that the word ‘snail’ get’s really ridiculous after the third time of writing, I’m not sure I can manage to eat a snail. They look all slimy and greasy and scary. But it’s a delicacy and so of course I have to try it. I’ll just have to let you know how it goes later, assuming I’m still alive.

That is all. More later.

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