I changed things up and had a breakfast burrito tonight because that’s the kind of crazy and exciting thing that I like to do on Saturday night, and it promptly knocked me on my ass. (I think it was the extra chorizo that did it.) I ate it about 5:30 and I just now woke up, sitting upright on the couch like a great Sioux chieftain who’s eaten some bad buffalo, with the menu for Meet Me in St. Louis staring me in the face. I feel urpy!
So if somebody wants to come over and give me a light, non-sexual hug until I burp, I’d really, really appreciate it.