nothing better than waking up the morning after a good stuffing, spending some time just playing with the softness of my post-digestion belly, waddling nice and slow into the kitchen for leftovers, newly hungry and still dazed and blissed-out from all the salt and fat and grease of the night before, slowly, methodically munching cold pizza and gulping whole milk until i hit the pain again, and then snuggling back into bed with a gurgly full belly to digest
that should be life every damn day . eat. sleep. repeat. eat. sleep. repeat.