I have a lot of titles in the vein of "bleugh", don't I?

Ugh. I eated too many pie.

Or, more accurately, I ate too much Mexican food at the big parent's/Amber/Amber's father dinnertime bash. I should have forgone the dessert, but the banana chimichangas called to me, and besides, everyone else was getting them. Also, they were delicious, which would seem to make it all worthwhile. But you know, I still got that 'too many pie' feeling. The sort which necessitates a nice laydown or a solid purge.

... I think I'm going to go for a nice laydown. My teeth are bad enough already. Sorry it's been a lame post sort of period, but you know... life, and so forth.