Sunday, December 19, 2004

I've spent the entire day eating... literally.
Woke up at 11 am, and made myself an egg/bacon/cheese sandwich. Went to Steph's to hang out, and while there I had butterscotch and brownie parphet and pork nachos. About twenty minutes later I decided my stomach was not quite full enough, and asked Steph and April to join me in a drive to Sonic. One coney, a large tater tots, popcorn chicken, a vanilla coke. Almost an hour went by when I decided I wanted an egg roll, so we hopped in the car again and drove to a closed Chicken and Rice, then to a closed Railroad Chinese (which is a terrible name for any Asian establishment), then motored around south Farmers Branch/extremely north Dallas until we happened across Eggroll Express where I ordered five eggrolls, five wonton rangoons, and four cho cho's, which could also be called "beef on a stick." I wasn't really hungry anymore, but didn't change my order, even after being told I would be the only one eating. And boy, did I eat.
So now it's 11 at night, and I can't sleep. Which position is good to lay in so that my overly-stuffed tummy doesn't crowd my cigarette-weakened lungs and leave me sweaty and hyperventilating in the middle of the night?
Is it sad that since Chris is out of town, the only things I can think of to do are eat, watch tv, and roll around in my bed? I'm actually looking forward to work tomorrow... Poor, poor, pitiful me.


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