As long as I’m gaining weight, I figured I might as well just go for it. Actually, this is the reason I need to hang out with people who eat like birds rather than the ones I hang out with now.

My Friday escapades led me to find out several things: the burgers at Five Guys, while variable, are mostly tasty. The week before they forgot to salt the meat, I think, and they were quite bland. Krispy Creme which has only passable doughnuts, now has passable soft-serve ice cream. I would suggest avoiding the dipped cones because they just taste waxy. Just to complete my gluttony for the day, I had spaghetti for dinner.

Saturday wasn’t much better. Most of a Cuban Mixto sandwich from Kenny and Zuke’s Sandwichworks, and then dinner at the Greek Festival. That means a gyro, souvlaki, those doughnutty things that I can’t remember, a beer, some retsina, and some very sweet coffee.

Really, you know what this all got me? Nightmares. They weren’t completely uninteresting and I could probably recreate them with some coffee and a couple of beers. It also didn’t stop me from going to the Country Cat with my family and Megan and Anne and having a tasty chicken fried steak and some not-so-tasty coffee.

My mom now has a cold of some sort and standing up makes her nauseous. (Yeah, I looked it up in the dictionary and you can use nauseated or nauseous when you feel sick to your stomach in case you’re some sort of misguided grammar Nazi who doesn’t really know what you’re talking about). She was fine going to bed early until she got one of her chronic cramps in her leg, which made her need to stand up and that made her sick to her stomach again. I suppose leg cramps are something I have to look forward to because it’s probably an inherited trait. Hooray for that.