I'm sitting here alone and silent in an empty house. I'm hungover...again. I'm drinking endless cups of coffee and eating peanut butter from the jar. The kitchen looks like Armageddon threw a houseparty last night. If I screw my mind up just right, it feels like I've woken up and missed the Apocalypse by five minutes. 
I've been craving peanut butter from the jar all week.
Only, I've none to eat and haven't since June 2007.
What's your poison? Crunchy or Plain?