Food, SATC, and Its Aftereffects

Carbohydates and sadness always seem to go together.

Out came the Snickers bars, Oat and honey granola bars, pistachios, a small Sugarhouse cake, and a medium sized cheesy-crust Supreme pizza well after midnight. To lessen the guilty feelings, the food was washed down with good ol’ healthy water.

It was a sleepover with two of my very best friends. I wasn’t sad, but their feelings were infectious. To make ourselves feel better, we had a Sex and the City Season 5 marathon. “Let’s see just how much we girls have in common with them,” my friend goes.

Friend 1 was Carrie, she being a writer with a keen fashion sense.

Friend 2 was Charlotte, she being optimistic and naïve.

I was Miranda.

Oh yes, I could see myself in her – no-nonsense, armed with a sharp tongue and very frank.

I deviate from my real subject.

During the marathon, my two friends fell into Rip Van Winkle’s world, while I proved myself to be the insomniac once more. I watched the last three and a half episodes by myself, after which I lay silent in the darkness, just thinking.

I don’t usually do that, but I guess when you near a significant day in your life, you can’t help but muse.

It was a silence I’d rather forget because it reminded me that I was sad.

Heh.

Things are looking up, though. Dinner was good tonight. Foccacia with olive oil, balsamic vinegar and garlic to dip it in. I guess carbohydrates do have some sort of comforting effect.

3 tweaked.

unbeknownst | 11:02 PM