“Eh. Fine. Nothing sounds good to eat, so that’s annoying.”
Brad: “So let me clarify–you don’t feel good or you’re hungry but nothing sounds good?”
“I’m hungry but nothing sounds good.”
Brad: “OK, yeah, I don’t understand that.”
I’ve watched you walk out the back door for a long run with a hot dog in your hand.
I know you can’t relate, dear. I know.