Guilt-ridden
Maybe it was because I was up early.
Maybe it was because I sweated profusely (it was another scorcher in Osaka).
Maybe it was because I had to stop at gm on my way home to have a few beers.
I don’t know what the reason was, but I had to eat something salty. French-fried potatoes and a hamburger seemed as though they were just the ticket. So I stopped off at the world’s most ubiquitous fast food chain and ordered me some food. The last time I did that I felt sick after after I had finished (admittedly, I do tend to go a bit crazy and over-order) and I think I said something like “never again”.
Anyway, today was a repeat of the last time. I came home with my plastic bag full of lard and soda, ate while watching Ferris Bueller’s Day Off and then the guilt hit me. I think it hit me right about the same time as the nausea. Maybe they time that deliberately.
A few hours have passed, but I can still taste it. Still feel it. Only just, but it is still there.
Never again.