I'm faaaaat.

I just got back from brunch at the wonderful Honey's of Northern Liberties. I made the mistake of having the chicken fried steak. It was wonderful, and for some bizarre reason I was craving some southern style fried food. But now I'm fat.

On an unrelated note, archery didn't happen yesterday, but Dan and I are going to go bow shopping this week sometime. I feel almost like Nicholas Cage from The Weatherman. I bet cabbies will treat me better if I've got a bow and arrows strapped on my back as I bike around town.

Pics of horsies tomorrow!