I have eaten and feel better.
I laugh at my horrible weepy mood of before.
ha ha ha ha ha
It is probably nothing but a slightly exacerbated attack of PMS.
I shall not let it hobble me.
They may be no good at poaching eggs.
Their hollandaise is tastless, but for the sting of vinegar.
They no longer have a beautiful androgenous french waiter.
But by golly they make a nice BLT.
And I am surprised to report that Cher is not a bad soundtrack to breakfast.