Any way. I had lunch at 1 and then was in the ER by 3:15. When I got discharged the guy at the front desk was like “CREEPY! You’ve been here exactly 12 hours!” –“Really, it seems like longer.”
When I got home in the wee hours of the morning I chugged water like a fish but it felt weird to eat something before collapsing in exhaustion. So I went to bed all Little Orphan Annie. This morning the boy took me out to the real-ist real breakfast ever. I was so excited about eating that I drew our food.
This was maybe the 2nd best breakfast of my life, not to be confused with the first best breakfast that I take as often as possible with Jen in her hood.
I wish we would have taken pictures at the “Coffee Shop” this morning. They would have made this blog post so much more bloggy. In the meantime here are some sketches to tide you over. I’m climbing back into the covers to sleep off my bed-ridden happiness.
but thought you could do with some food for thought. Ha. Puns. They’re the best.