There has never, in the past twenty years of my life, been a 48-hour period where I did not consume some form of onion and I certainly won't stop for this lady.
I didn't expect to feel as gross as I did. The 12 beers that led to the decision to eat bacon for dinner probably didn't help with my overall feeling of well-being.
My wife was out of town, and I used to slip into a cascading series of self-destructive decisions whenever I was alone. I quit drinking years ago, and generally make better choices all around nowadays.