And....

For all my brave words about a hopeful breakfast, I had a hard time falling asleep on Friday. It was as if all the hunger I had not felt during that day burst upon me at nine thirty pm. All I could think of was food, and it was not pleasant. I finally fell asleep with an aching stomach and dreamt that I was a ghost.

Yesterday was pas mal, although nothing of note happened except that I brought Kiwi upstairs. Oh yes, and we went to see that thing at the museum and I had a pear, walnut, and brie cheese sandwich for lunch which was very good. (Even more so than it would have been normally.) I'm sorry I never got your call, Rachelle. We should go biking today. After we figure out the wallpaper, I'll call somebody.

Sun Day.