… as a dog.
(Internet file photo.)
Massive head cold. Teary eyes, runny nose… I have no doubt it’s from the food. She says while contemplating an egg tart. (FYI, Bangkok’s Ka Nom Fashion Bakery is supposedly owned by a Filipina and, dare I say, makes better egg tarts than Lord Stow’s.)
The Ka Nom egg tarts have a wonderful flaky crust. Even straight out of the fridge, while the crust itself may no longer be as it was, the egg part of the tart is actually creamier, if that is even possible. (Internet file photo.)
The sore throat and cough are from the cigarettes.
And the headache is from the beer.
I know I should keep up this assault and break in my system till I leave for Paris next month (since there is no way that I am not eating or drinking in France and I certainly don’t want to get sick while I am there) but, at the same time, I feel fat and gross and sick…
What to do?
Ugh.