Down For The Count

My grandmother has been visiting my family from Taiwan for a few months now, so every so often I visit my parents to also say hello to my grandmother as well as she is always so happy to see myself and my brother. Every time I see her, it's the same story: regardless of how many times I tell her otherwise, she seems to have determined I am an open and willing receptacle to endless amounts of food. No matter how much I eat during lunch and how often I reassure her that I am in no way hungry for a snack, she continues to offer me pie and cookies and all sorts of other treats before dinner. Then, she stuffs me for dinner itself. And then offers me more dessert.

Well, to make a long story short, I visited her this past weekend, and this time it took its toll. All Sunday night, I was rocked by an overdose of food, which left me in no proper condition to write a post. So expect a couple of days of delay before I get back on track here, and hopefully I'll get to that Metagaming post I want to put up. In the meantime, I will be skipping 4 or so meals or something...

- James