Food hangover

As if last night’s feast weren’t enough to give all of us a major case of the “blahs” today, T, J and I went out for breakfast. Mmm, salmon benedict. Lord. Is it a wonder that none of the clothes I brought will fit anymore? There’s talk of dinner at a favorite haunt, but argh, the work I still have to do. And besides, how could I go to that place if I can’t even digest the thought of eating yet again?

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