I worry a lot. So Emily, I'm sorry.
Please ignore my drunken tear filled rants regarding what you eat and don't eat, please.
See, I was drunk. And depressed. And since I can't fix the process resulting in death with my Grandma, you got the short straw last night and I tried to fix you.
On the upside, it was a hilarious time now that I think back to it. And jesus my head hurts.