Have you every had one of those days where you just HAD to have something really awful for you to eat? Yesterday was my day. My brain was totally fried from the J-O-B, my patience level was rock bottom from being on hold with DIRECT TV for forty minutes, my energy level was low and I was in a bad place. I went grocery shopping directly after work, so I had plenty of good-for-me items that I could have had for dinner...but I wanted grease. And cheese. Two things I really REALLY don't even like. It was a rare evening when Mark was actually home, as he hadn't worked his day off like most weeks. So, we ordered pizza. And it was the greasiest, cheesiest, yummiest pizza I have been around for a long time. I ate TWO giant slices and then, THREE small cinnamon sticks. It felt so awesome.
Until one-thirty in the blessed am. It did not feel so good then, not good at all. I got up, sat up in the chair and after several tums and a prescription pill, the pain was manageable. But no more sleep for me. Bleh. I guess we always pay for the stupid things we do, eh?
Happy Humpday. :)