Well, it’s been about nine hours, and I’m still not over it. Not at all.
(via fuckyeahsherlock)
Well, it’s been about nine hours, and I’m still not over it. Not at all.
(via fuckyeahsherlock)
THERE ARE NO WORDS FOR WHAT I AM FEELING RIGHT NOW. WHAT IS HAPPENING? WHAT. WHAT. WHAT. WHAT. I. JUST. CAN’T.
So, a Steak ‘n Shake just opened in New York. The other night I went there with Honda and Jack, and got a steakburger (with fries) and a chocolate shake. I somehow managed to eat the entire massive burger, all of the fries, and maybe a third of the milkshake before I felt like my stomach was going to stage a mutiny against the rest of my body. The food was all awesome, but on the subway ride back, I kept getting horrible I’ve-eaten-way-way-too-much stabs of pain in my stomach. By the time we got home, I felt relatively normal again, wondering how they get away with charging so little for so much food. I took a shower, went to sleep, and then woke up at five in the morning unable to catch my breath with a stomachache (or maybe it was more just a general feeling of nausea than a stomachache). Confused and nervous, I walked around a bit in my dark room, got some water, and sat in my bed wondering what the fuck was going on. A couple times I tried to lay back down but that made me feel more awful than sitting up did. Eventually, I managed to fall back asleep and when I woke up again I felt fine. I have no idea if these events were connected, but it was weird and I am wary. Though it is definitely not going to prevent me from going to Steak ‘n Shake again. That shit was delicious.