Aw, crap.

I’ve turned into a foodie.

(No, not the kind that gets naked and covers myself in jello and chocolate sauce and milk and whatever else and then gooshes around with other naked people covered in other assorted gooshy foods. Nothing against those guys, but yuck, and I’m fairly certain there’s a term for them other than “foodie”, [splooshing, I think] but I’m way too fried to look it up)

I just made myself some freezer waffles and a peanut butter sandwich. Pig out time.

I’ve been absolutely starving the past two days. This is incredibly uncharacteristic of me. Maybe it has something to do with the ginormous amount of stress due to my relatives dropping like flies combined with a total of 4 hours of sleep for the last three or four days.