For some reason I could not stop eating yesterday. With the amount of food that I ate last night you would think I should be obese. But I’m not fortunately, and despite the fact that I nearly ate myself out of house and home I haven’t had an appetite today.

I inhaled a can of spaghetti o’s right before I decided to get in bed. But wait! After I was in bed, Paul decided to get up and make cheeseburgers! Even though I’d just eaten I told him to make me one too!! It was the best cheeseburger ever, even if I was only half awake to eat it.

Eatin all that food really gave me some nightmares though. I had three that I remember. Each time I woke up from them I was so traumatized that I had to wake up Paul and share. I’m sure he appreciated that.

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