And yet, somehow, inexplicably, unfathomably, I want to eat.
I feel like I need to fill myself up with something.
And yet, I’m full. I don’t understand how I could possibly be hungry.
All I can think of right now is running out to McDonald’s to get that Double Quarter Pounder I was hoodwinked out of at lunch. Or maybe just a regular Quarter Pounder. No need to go totally crazy, right?
Today is just a piece of crap, in general, and I’m sure you are all tired of hearing about it, so I will stop here, and not post again until I have found something positive to say.
It might take awhile.