So, I hadn’t eaten anything on Wednesday. Except for a stick of sausage and a curry puff VampTreSS insisted on getting for me.

AND

Good news. I didn’t eat anything on Thursday either. 4 days of going foodless, I still feel… inadequate.

Don’t try to convince me otherwise. I had 3 jibes coming my way about my weight and lardy tummy in a single day, and I am quite touchy about the subject now.

And yes, if you have to know, I actually teared because of it, thank you. Gee, depression is not exactly easy to handle, isn’t it?

Now, for the bad news.

I finally couldn’t hold it anymore, and dialled for the golden arch’s delivery for its breakfast.

Hotcakes set AND an egg McMuffin. All in one go.

This is bad.

AND.

It’s 1.40pm and I still have yet to sleep.

I just finished my new book, in a day.

Reading is not good for health, I tell ya.

I had tried to sleep early last night, or should I say, the day before, heading to bed the earliest in a long while, 5am.

Imagine my flabbergastion when the time was 5.40pm when I was next sober.

Thus, explains how I have enough concentration to last through the entire book till this very moment.

Now, if you would please excuse me, I shall head for my nap.

Have a nice weekend everybody.

Will blog more tomorrow, cos most probably I would spending my Saturday at home, cosying up to another read, not heading out or anything.

(Since today would most probably be spent replenishing what I had short-changed my body last night)

By the way, um.. hm.. eh.. er, I was contemplating of attending David T’s concert at the end of this month. Anyone?

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Oh a side note, yes, I was right.

He found me.