Empty Stomach, Empty Mind

Yesterday afternoon/evening Joe and I went to a BBQ/party hosted by my very kind ex-workmate Debbie and her almost-husband John. I'd made a very pretty blueberry pie that afternoon to bring, and there was savory food galore there--salads, pork ribs, veggie kebabs, cheeses, olives, crackers, pate...oh, and beers. I think I had three: not too much. But we all ate so much, and once we got home I collapsed in bed with my book, eventually passing out at 10pm or so. Pathetic.

I've heard that eating too much before bed actually makes you hungry the next morning, because your stomach is all stretched out from the night before and tricked into feeling the need for even more food to fill its newfound elasticity. That's how I feel at the moment. The plan for today is to eat a light coffee/brekfast at Barnes & Noble Strarbucks (oh, it's so quaint and sweet there! haha!), work on the novel, write some thank-you notes, and research a bit for upcoming articles I have deadlines for. What a great plan, huh? I think so, too. But I'm groggy and hungry, all for no good reason other than I was a glutton last night. Yay.