A Long Day Waning

I knew it was going to be a tough day, and it was, so I'd already decided, by late afternoon, to reward myself with some supremely unhealthy grub at the end of it all. The perverse psychology of this does not bear even distant observation. So it was tapioca chips, two big pots of teh tarik and sardine murtabak for me. Noi was rather more sensible. Replete would be a good word for how I feel right now.