... is how my tummy is feeling right now. I've kind of been going overboard with the desserts recently, which is fine, but I'm going to take it easy for the next few days or so.
I think I'm going to change the subject of this blog to "Luke's shirts." Pretty amazing.
He and Sarah came and stole me out of my nap to get Thai! We went to the restaurant about four doors down from me that I somehow hadn't gotten to yet. I don't know if I've ever been happier to wake up from a nightmare. I got a red curry with tofu, broccoli, peppers, carrots, and onion. The curry was perfect: I couldn't decide whether I wanted something coconut-y or peanut-y, and this was a happy medium of both. I ate 3/4 of the entrée and about 1/3 of the rice. It'll be a nice leftover for lunch tomorrow!
I came home and had an enormous apple and got back in bed with the now epic Bostonians... I have to finish this soon, for my own sanity. But in the words of Miss Emmylou Harris, I've still got a ways to go.
During out Project Runway hour, I had a pretty big bowl of Edy's Loaded Cookies 'n Cream and Peanut Butter Cup. So good, but I feel like a great big lump.
I don't have anything too pressing for tomorrow, so I'm going to take advantage of this blessed free time to read one of the many magazines that flooded my mailbox yesterday (of course this happens the day after I buy two full-price ones). Bonne nuit!