
Okay, guys, I’m putting out an
APB. I don’t know where she went, if someone took her, or if she’s running amok somewhere, but Pamela is missing.
For the past two weeks, I haven’t wanted to eat.
Let me repeat that.
I.
Haven’t.
Wanted.
To.
Eat.
Yes, me. Me of the glorious food addiction. Me who looks at food like it’s heroin or crack. Me who would spend 23 and 3/4 hours a day gorging herself if she could.
But I just haven’t been interested. It’s the oddest thing. Of course, I’m not expecting it to last, but I’m baffled. I mean, at dinner tonight, I [ ... ]