"Consummation" is not the act of consuming. Sadly.

In the last sixty hours or so, I have eaten:

• Two cartons of Bob Evans mashed potatoes topped with about half a pound of butter
• An entire bag of pita chips topped with roasted red pepper hummus
• A whole order of cheesy sticks from the local pizza place  (Theoretically, they are cheese-topped breadsticks, but that's not quite right.  They're really about two pounds of buttered cheese with just enough crust underneath to hold them together--if you eat fast.)
• Three big-as-your-head tacos
• A package of Godiva truffles
• A pomegranate
• A water buffalo

(One of the above is a lie.)

This is what happens when I'm over-tired, over-stressed, and too busy marathoning "Supernatural" to bother cooking.  I feel like a cow.  On the plus side, I'm mostly sort of don't feel homicidal.  And that's an improvement.


(True:  I actually lost a pound.  You hate me now, don't you?)