…guh.

I have eaten way too much.

Before we left, I had:

• the rest of Sean’s french fries
• the rest of Sean’s double quarter pounder with cheese

Then we went to Barney and Sue’s place for Paul’s party, where I consumed:

• baked beans
• black beans
• pasta salad
• “dirty” rice (rice mixed with meat)
• most of a cheeseburger
• one glass of sweet tea
• one scoop of Neapolitan ice cream
• one large slice of white cake with thick whipped topping

Right now, because I am freaking insane, I am drinking:

• a can of Mountain Dew

If I keel over dead in the night, you’ll all know why.

I owe you all a story, a damn good one, but I really feel too ill to think clearly. I promise to come back and write something good. Maybe I’ll discuss the party, or maybe I’ll dredge up more childhood memories. I could talk about Noelle, maybe, and my trip to see her at Myrtle Beach. Unless I wrote about that already. I’m too fuzzy to remember now, and I don’t feel like checking.

I’m going to go lie down for a bit and let my food digest. I’ll be back later.