LIVING ON SPACE PASTE FOR A MONTH: DAY TWO
So far I find it oddly filling in that I have not felt like eating. One could argue that the taste of this stuff has resulted in food PTSD wherein the desire for food has simply been killed.
The only remaining hassle for food in my life is that the fridge is downstairs so there is a hazardous descent at great personal peril several times a day. The point is if anyone has a mini fridge kicking around give me a shout.