dream: feeding the cat

I had a dream this morning that Rory wrote me a carefully-worded technote on feeding him breakfast. There were standard guidelines and procedures on how, when, and what one should do. It was really all very professional.

Eaten alive!

Oh my god, WHAT am I GROWING today?! All day, I have been cycling between eating, feeling full, and feeling so starving-hungry that it hurts all over. I ate a lot of food at dinner last night and came home feeling overfull (a sensation that is even less pleasant than usual). So, I didn't eat anything right before bed, and then I slept for nine hours. As a result, I woke up and hadn't eaten anything substantial for eleven or twelve hours and my body was PISSED THE FUCK OFF. Eat, digest, repeat.

On the bright side, I bought two jars of cornichons at Trader Joe's when I stopped by to pick up frozen mango chunks (don't ask). I just ate about 3/4 of a jar after getting home. So tender!