this and that.

At three in the morning I was suddenly awake and starving. I couldn't stop thinking about our dinner at Cross Rhodes, nor about the image of the restaurant being quiet, dark and presently unhelpful. Oh, but another greek sandwich and fishegg spread would be soooooooo good right now. I refused to pad down to the kitchen, unable to think of a single thing that could satiate me other than that sandwich. However, after vomiting at 7am, I went into the kitchen to peel an orange and make some pancakes. You win this round, kiddo.