phedre

So I'm sitting here and I haven't eaten in over 36 hours. And I'm wondering how the hell I did the whole anorexic thing when I was younger. Then I remembered: some serious dedication and severe depression. When you don't necessarily want to live, you can go without eating just fine. But meanwhile, I'm better now, and more than 20 hours without food makes me really hungry.

Now I've got a check to put in my bank account, so it'll be there first thing in the morning. But I don't like writing checks unless the money is already in my account (though my bank is badass and doesn't put a hold on the money when you deposit checks, it just goes straight to your account). So I wait another hour, and then I'm like, fuck it. I'm going to the store.

So I go inside, grab an Uncle Ben's Rice Bowl, a gallon of milk, and 3 muffins from the bakery. Then I calmly walk to my car, shut the door, start the engine, and proceed to tear open the bakery package and devour a muffin. *snicker* I'm sure you'd all just think I was damn sexy scarfing my chocolate chip muffin.