My errands included going to the mall, which I loathe. If I could stay home and do all my shopping via the Internet, I would—but there's this whole it-takes-too-long-to-ship-it-here thing and I needed stuff that very night—stuff that could only be found at the mall.
While walking the mall looking for my stuff, I passed Mrs. Cavanaugh's and got some sugar free chocolate covered raisins.
This particular treat is very hard to find. Usually when I happen upon them, I get a small bag. But I needed to reward myself for braving the mall, so I got a whole pound. As I was running the rest of my errands, I ate a few handfuls. They were delicious.
By the time I got home, several long and torturous hours later, I was exhausted. And sick.
Sick that required lots of laying on my bed with very loud moaning and groaning, which I fully indulged in because I was the only one at home.
I felt a tad better later in the day, but not much. I went to bed early and watched TV. To console myself for feeling so miserable, I ate
This morning, I still feel icky. I slept in until nearly 9:17 a.m. I then drug myself out of bed and forced myself
Within minutes of eating the second handful, I was SICK WITH A VENGEANCE, once again requiring lots of very loud moaning and groaning, which again I indulged in because it's only me and the dog here and he pays no attention to me at all, what with being involved in some very important work of his own.
It was in the midst of today's third violent session of moaning and groaning that I made the quick and astute connection between said moaning and groaning and the delicious sugar free chocolate covered raisins, of which I'd only eaten a very few. . .
Some people are just born brilliant.