I'm feeling vastly uninspired and I just can't bring myself to do the next Februarium. Maybe that was a bad idea. Or maybe the HUGE quantity of food I just ate is fucking with my ability to think. Either way, I'm not talking about love anymore. I always liked the quote: "Talking about love is like dancing about architecture." So I'm done dancing about architecture.
As for the food, yes, I did eat too much, and yes, I'm paying for it now. My stomach is oddly distended and I feel gross right now. I feel like you can use x-ray vision and see all the food swimming around in there. S and I did our V-day dinner tonight, because he has to work on Monday. Pretty much the only way we celebrate V-day is to exchange goodies (we both like giving presents {shrug}) and eat a meal that might be too expensive for us otherwise. Tonight we went to a local fish restaurant (since good fish is usually out of our price range) and though S had a sinfully expensive, delicious steak, I had a WONDERFUL Fluke. It came resting artfully on a bed of leeks and asparagus, with a river of lemon butter surrounding the entire thing. Oh my god. Oh my god. I could eat this dinner every night. The fluke was perfect; S, not a fish fan, even liked it. The only downside to the meal is that lemon butter might not be so good for the diet. Anh. It was worth it.
And the cheesecake. Did I mention the key lime cheesecake? No? "Wow" pretty much describes it. It was luscious. I was never a cheesecake fan before S, but now I can't get enough of it. It's also not the best thing to eat while dieting, but oh well. Worth it.
And now, I'm sitting on my couch, in PJ's, and wishing I could go eat it all again. So good.
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