So I'll whip out this here new laptop whch was a $400 joint purchase between Chrissy and I and birthday money and start searchengining for ATP.
ATP like the mitochondria stuff.
The mitochondria in the power house of the cell. So, at some point I'll see an intuitive manner by which might paste a nice text-book graphic of a mitochondria onto my brain and then feed the motherfucker some ATP which I'll find by tightly wadding scraps of paper from the sugar packes at my table. Or maybe I can cut the sugar with some broccoli or something. But you know how these places are, even the raw broccoli on the veggie tray is