Just eat something, won't I? Yes, I know nothing really appeals, but the stomach is rumbling, the hands are starting to shake and I just sewed eight pieces together wrong. With psuedo flat-felled seams. Aren't I glad I didn't trim the seam allowance, though? Fine. There's nothing in the house that appeals. Go out, get fast food. SOMETHING, stupid. Do I have to tell me to do EVERYTHING? Sheesh.