Can I just die in peace now? Please?

So, despite having eaten two relatively decent meals in the DH and any number of rice cakes and a brownie and all manner of other things, I have been ridiculously hungry all day.

At 1 [that's one AM, for those of you keeping score at home], Sarah and I decided to have Spaghetti-O's. I don't know why. It seemed like a good idea at the time. After all, 'ghetti-O's are the cure to whatever ails you, right?

Not so much, actually. Now I just want to curl up in a corner and, well, die. Hopefully it's the corner with food in it. I'm still really hungry.

Dude.

Uuuughh.

I feel seriously ill.

The cause? An overdose of Christopher Walken.



No, seriously.