Didn’t make it to the vet this morning for the cat food. I am blaming it on a measure of drama that happened last night and the fact that I totally over-ate starting at dinner. I made a big steak dinner, was still hungry so I had a corn dog, was still hungry so I had a plate of tater tots, and this morning I felt like a python that had swallowed a goat. All my body wanted to do was remain horizontal and digest. The cat still has food for today, but I have GOT to go tomorrow morning. I could go do it now, but when I stepped out on the porch a few minutes ago, the heat and humidity nearly floored me. I really wish it would please just rain now and get it over with. I don’t mind hot weather so much, but when it’s all sticky and humid, it makes me not want to move about outside at all. The sir just feels too thick to breath.

I’m actually feeling all sorts of strange today. I really do think it’s from over-eating. I really did stuff a lot of food in my mouth yesterday. I was just so hungry all day, and so I ate when I wanted to eat. Not a bad thing really, but that doesn’t fit in too well with my “take it slow and build back up to being an eating machine” idea.

Oh well. At least I’m not feeling quite so hungry today.

In other news, my husband is a git and several of my friends are idiots. Nothing new really, and that’s about all I am going to say about it … for now. I’m going to go eat some yogurt and play a video game, because I am in a peevish mood, and anything I say beyond this point will either be bitchy or whining.