Picky Eater
May. 10th, 2002 12:24 amMy stomach's been rising up in rebellion lately. Votania says that I'm an incredibly picky eater.
Lately I haven't been getting breakfast. I've been coming home after school to get breakfast.
Today, Thursday, was a day for a salad after school, then ice cream, then random bits of very excellent catfish that Votania cooked, salad again, and I am trying to eat two burritos, because the salad was just not where it was supposed to be at. The lettuce was too old.
Right now my mind is more interested in playing with my food; my stomach is more interested in eating it. When I allow myself to become this hungry without eating, I have to drink something first, to convince my stomach that I'm actually going to eat, to allow me to even think of eating.
One burrito. Marx gets the other one. As long as I ate something, eh?
Lately I haven't been getting breakfast. I've been coming home after school to get breakfast.
Today, Thursday, was a day for a salad after school, then ice cream, then random bits of very excellent catfish that Votania cooked, salad again, and I am trying to eat two burritos, because the salad was just not where it was supposed to be at. The lettuce was too old.
Right now my mind is more interested in playing with my food; my stomach is more interested in eating it. When I allow myself to become this hungry without eating, I have to drink something first, to convince my stomach that I'm actually going to eat, to allow me to even think of eating.
One burrito. Marx gets the other one. As long as I ate something, eh?