I literally have not stopped eating in the last two days. In the last ten minutes I've gone through a whole packet of Wine Gums, which is on top of a Fruit&Fibre bar, two cheese and onion sandwiches and a Twix. Yesterday I ate /four/ sandwiches (salad-y, mmm), an apple and a bag of crisps in work, a large battered sausage on the way home, just over half of a meat-feast pizza plus garlic bread, and some toast. (This is coming from someone who normally subsists on two sandwiches around 11ish and a decent evening meal, and NOTHING ELSE.)
My body is just craving sugary stuff at present. Lots of carbs, lots of energy. Probably because sleeping on a wooden floor, even with a folded up duvet beneath you, isn't particularly conducive to.. well, sleeping. And I've been lugging stuff all over the place for the last few days, so I suppose the energy has to come from somewhere.
Either that or I'm turning into
L. If I start perching oddly on seats and talking about my powers of deduction, you have permission to revoke my sugar privelages.
I think I might stay and do another 90 minutes of overtime tonight, if I can. And then use the karmic (and monetary) credit thus gained to get another pizza this evening. Mm-mm, energylicious.
(Note to self: When you have the fridge on Saturday, get some decent food in, foo'. Also, put together Moving Checklist so you can keep track of what you haven't done yet.)