This is just to say

...that sometimes I hate my metabolism. I am dropping with tiredness, but I can't sleep because my stomach hurts because I need to eat some more food. I have opted for yoghurt this time, figuring that a little fat and protein will not go amiss. Man, I hate it when this happens. I am going to curl up with a book and read myself to sleep if it kills me.

There's a poem that starts like this, too, isn't there?
This is just to say that I have eaten the plums, or something like that? They were delicious: so juicy, so sweet.

Something like that.
So. Tired.