I sit and study and drink rosé wine. I have 2 packages of conjac noodles with a bit of sweet chili sauce. My reflux makes me purge the meagre calories up immediately, into a cup. I smoke, I feel content and relieved because even those few calories scare me. Alcohol is okay, got to get those calories to survive from somewhere. I feel dizzy and I like it. And I still feel full and satisfied, I fooled my stomach once again into believing I had a real meal. Isn’t it lovely?