I'm going to go stuff my fucking pie hole with a fucking smorgasbord of random food because I have a wizard inside my colon who makes it so I could eat a Mongolian Ox and not be full.
Had some chicken soup. Can't taste it, though, I have a cold (which is why I'm eating soup in the first place).
Nope, dinner is main in America, I think. Just had pasta with bechamel and mushrooms, and drank elderflower syrup (with water, obviously).