(pant pant pant)
I feel like a marathon runner, nearing the finish line. I have never found it so hard to maintain my pleasant veneer in my life. I am trying desperately to stop counting hours until I can be footloose and fancyfree again, but I am not being terribly successful.
Tonight I am once again so full I am in pain. Three nights in a row. This cannot be healthy. Remind me to go back to my usual diet of coffee, Vitamin Water, and take-out Chinese.
Speaking of Vitamin Water, if I do not get a Power-C Vitamin Water post-fucking-haste, I may kill someone. Messily.
I did get to meet StyleGirl's parents, though, and they were delightful. And her extended family was delightful. And her suitcase is fucking heavy, but still delightful. Her mom looks just like her. I suppose that is the other way around, actually -- she looks just like her mom.
Anyway. Food coma is making me babble about nonsense. Please tune back in for Fulminicious Goodness when I am not quite so smothered in gravy.