550am. I don’t feel so good. Steph cooked me and the lads a delicious pasta, last night, and I chased that down with a good half-dozen of those Ralph’s brand St. Patrick’s Day cookies.
You know, all soft with heaps o’ frosting?
So good.
So full. It’s the next morning, I’m still full! I’ll be full for the two shoots I’ve got today!
I’LL NEVER EAT AGAIN.
Or until breakfast. Whichever comes first.