I’ve had more chhh chh changes in the past 4 days than I thought possible;
Monday- Bland “date” night; me ogling Subway sandwiches mid conversation.
Tuesday- Attempted “its not you, its me” email, message clearly not understood. Proceeded to stuff face with Chinese food in a questionable Soho restaurant amidst talk of tough love and questionable employment choices.
Wednesday- suspiciously eyeing radiator for fear of gas leak and death through asphyxiation. Sleepless night on back breaking sofa.
Thursday- Interviewing interns, slurring through conversation. Sleep, just want sleep! And sandwich, maybe some soup too. Ohh sweet food, thy name is Annamolly?
ps regard as skewed case study; I am not a comfort eater