I think I have a food hangover.
Yesterday, New Friend Veronica successfully defended her Masters thesis (Yay, V! Congratulations, you Master, you!), which totally called for a party. V, Anne and I loaded up on the snacks and settled in for a guilty pleasure -- watching the ridiculous dance movie Step Up. Wow. That movie is bad. HI-larious. Completely fun to watch and make fun of.
I ate a turkey leg. I ate spinach and artichoke dip. I ate pasta salad. I ate tortilla chips. I ate cake and ice cream.
It's an interesting flavor combination, I realize.
I had crazy dreams last night.
I still feel bloated and want to sleep for a year.
The irony (the Alanis Morissette definition, naturally)? Today I have to starve cells in preparation for a mating. Starving sounds like a pretty sweet deal right now.
Yeeesh. Hope you're better tonight. Take an Alka Seltzer or some flat coke. All remedies my mom provided...none of which worked for me but there *must* be some truth to that old wives tale...right?
Hey again Sus! I think I lied to you about the pattern. It's by Cabin Fever but you can find it at Annie's Attic online. If you can't find it and want to send me your email, I'll send you a PDF copy.
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