Bad Habits and Comfort Food

I missed doing yesterday's blog prompt because I was absolutely brought to my knees by a migraine. But strangely enough, that relates to, and was possibly caused by, the prompt which was "bad habits". I remember in high school, staying awake until the weeeeeee hours of the night reading. I'm a really fast reader, so I would quickly get to the point in books where I was too far in to have the will power to stop. I'm still that way. I actually limit how often I go to the library, because if there is an unread book in the house, I can't stay away from it. (Hmmmm, much like my reaction to chocolate, I'll have to ponder that connection).

So yeah, everyone who recommended The DaVinci Code to me said it was good and fast paced. They forgot to mention that I would stop blinking, breathing, and basically being aware of the world around me. So I stayed up too late. I felt fine the next morning and woke up with no problems. But after about an hour.....BOOM!!! My head exploded. Now, I'm used to migraines, they are not an unfrequent visitor to my head. But normally I can get rid of them fairly quickly with drugs. Not so yesterday. I overdosed liberally all day long and still it remained. Luckily the drugs did knock it down a couple of notches, so I could drive and function somewhat normally, but by the time the kids went to bed, I was DONE. Jason tucked me in at 8:00. WOW! It was still light out! Thankfully, I felt it fade after laying in the dark silence for 45 minutes or so and I slept.

But today I'm drained. Which brings me to today's prompt, "comfort food". I'm not feeling like doing much in the way of cooking today, and I didn't get to the store anyway, so I'm wanting something simple. My family can attest to the fact that I've pretty much eaten my way through all of the Western states (and a few of the Eastern/Southern ones and even European countries) by ordering a grilled cheese sandwich at every restaurant I encounter. Is there a more perfect food? The best are at my favorite dive diner in Oregon (the waitresses have been there since the pavement was poured, their voices are the requisite smoke-induced gravel, and their bee-hive hair-do's almost reach the ceiling), Deb's Diner. There, my favorite gooey sandwich is accompanied by greasy curly fries and an old fashioned milk-shake. Oh yum!

Since Deb's is too far away, I think tonight we'll be having Jason's favorite comfort food, tuna casserole. Not as exciting, but slightly better for you and certainly easy to make. Ya gotta love a man with simple tastes!