I have a cold. How this happens in balmy - ahem, sweltering - Florida... ? Most evenings I'm up with a fury: an hour of running (no, I didn't see that coming either) followed by dinner and a full-on attack at whatever scholarly task I've put off longest. But I've overdone it - I get to bed and just keep thinking til the wee hours. Which has culminated in achy, sore-throated sleepiness.
So I'm on auto-pilot, heavy-lidded. Blissfully inert. And while I've been very ambitious about healthy, balanced eating, tonight saw the return of childhood's best staple food: Kraft macaroni & cheese. Yeeeeaaaahhhhh. I was raised on fried bologna sandwiches and frozen fish sticks. It could be worse. I'm sure whatever's in that weird cheese powder is working wonders - it's like a rock in my stomach, it's even harder to move, but oh how at peace I am, half asleep with a tummy full of mac & cheese.
It might just need some kombucha to wash it down though. I have grown up a little.
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