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Another way you know you're me:

The mental argument of the day with yourself contains the line, "There's no such thing as whole wheat lembas!", and shortly thereafter includes a comment to the effect of, "Hmm, I'd better clarify a whole bunch of butter as long as I'm making this- now where's the waffle iron?"

Hellblazer: Hogwarts, part XIIa.

This is 2/3 of the chapter. I've got to write the final third still, but it's been so long that you're entitled to what I've got now.

( John Constantine sat in a back room somewhere- he didn't know where, he hadn't paid attention- and stared unseeing at the floor... )