You know, I heard people talk about falling into a food coma before. Mostly in old media, but, you know, it's one of those sayings you kind of pick up by osmosis? And you think you understand it, at least in the figurative sense. Turns out there's an honest-to-god literal part to it, too.
I blame all those grapes. And the apples. And the zucchini. Although good to know you're not supposed to eat 'em raw, would've been more useful to learn that
before I made my way through a pound.
Point is, real food's got soporific effects, spread the word. Me, I've never slept better. No weird dreams, nothing. Head's hurting a lot less, too. Only question is, what did I miss? And why're there crunchy leaves in front of my door?