Erling and the Toaster Pastry of Despair

I spoke in yesterday's description of how I broke down. In today's we see how I "recover".

I like food. This is not news to anyone who has met me. The chances are that the first time you ever saw my face (if you have), it was hastily consuming a box of doughnuts or the last slice of pizza or yet-another pack of hobnobs. The truth, as much as I hate to admit it, is that I eat for comfort. Food is reliable, food is enjoyable, and food has a consequence that we know before we start.

I need a boyfriend. At least sex burns calories.