I thought it was a good idea to see how many cookies I could eat before I got sick.
Then I had to lie down.
To be fair, I'd vaguely forgotten about the other cookies I'd eaten before.
But with that fourth cookie I said to myself, "What have I done? What was I thinking? I'm not twenty anymore. I can't just have unlimited cookies and not face the consequences. Am I insane?"
Now I'm writing this from my bed.
Not sure how I'm going to bounce back after this.