Suddenly, I get the fullness.

There was that episode of Buffy where Oz was a werewolf and Angel dispatched a bad guy by throwing him into the room where they'd stashed Oz so he wouldn't get into trouble while the moon was full. And then the next morning, back in his human form, someone asks if he wants something to eat and he replies, "No thanks. I'm strangely full."

Not to say I ate a vampire or anything but this morning I awoke to discover, to my great horror, that I'd eaten Easy Mac when I got home last night. From dinner. Which I then blocked out because, well, it's frickin' EASY MAC and I am a gourmand, people.

Damn you, Easy Mac, and your seductive high sodium cheesy goodness!

In other news, it's once again an insanely beautiful day in SF and unfairly even I have too much work to go out and make the most of it. I should try to take the pup out, however, as she's been suffering through the recent work binge by being cooped up in the world's most expensive loft. Mmm, I'm thinking a nice walk through the Presidio might be in order...

And then Easy Mac for lunch.