No breakfast because stomach is being weird. Either I overate or I’m going into a cyclic vomiting syndrome thing. Although if it’s the latter it will help the doctor slam down on that diagnosis.

Dinner will be “oh thank fuck its twin’s turn with dinner”

Mrs. Banana is off to rub elbows with the stars at a film festival, so it’s been most eating out and Chinese take away, but tonight I’m making myself some bbq ribs with a loaded baked potato.

Turkey salad rolls.