fa hat trick.

I've scored three big meals in the past twenty-four and I've been too tired to eat much from any of them. Need...gluttonous...stamina. I only got a few hours sleep yesterday because I was invited to attend lunch with my university boss and co-workers and then dinner with the golf course staff. I had a ton of leftovers from lunch and then only had part of an appetizer at dinner washed down with a couple of beers. I had a few tastes of things that other people were having since I just really like eating off of other peoples' plates. The food was good, free, and too heavy. I've been staring at a pizza all night and it's hardly even dented. So tired of food. So tired.

I'm going home and crash-landing when I get off work. My brother is coming up this evening and he mentioned wanting to see The Two Towers, so I might do a repeat. I'm anxious for the holidabaloo to end so I can relax. I'm anxious to spend next weekend with Doober. She had me bwahahoohoohahooing like a bwahahoohoohahooer on the phone yesterday, and while I can't even remember what we were talking about it was seriously the highlight of my day.

My boss is here so I have to close. He's not wearing a pink shirt today.