As we have hands to clasp.

I am, by many means, a man of much impatience. I simply do not want to deal with anything, ever. And this gets me into trouble. It's what makes me do things like, oh, swallow mouthfuls of unchewed food until I get sick and then, when I'm better, doing it all over again. I just want to be better, and, for whatever reason, I'm of the mind that you can simply will things to be true.

I am better. I will eat this food. I will brush my teeth with toothpaste.

I'm starting to dream about the foods I can't eat. Foods that I always sort of took for granted and didn't eat before this. I have an unholy craving for chicken. Roasted chicken, fried chicken, chicken strips, chicken sandwiches--I want it all. I want to taste the chicken and mash it up in my mouth. And you'd think I'd be tired of eating chicken because I ate it almost every day during the semester. But no. It's like I'm having chicken withdrawals.

I want quiche, and turkey, and ham, and peanut butter sandwiches, and paninis, and pizzas, and regular sandwiches, and salad, and cereal, and all of the food that I always just sort of accepted as always being there. I just want to gnash my teeth! Grind things into mush in my mouth! I just want to fucking chew something. I'm going to go insane.

Maybe I just want flavorful food right now because I sprinkled salt and pepper on my eggs this morning and it was the best thing that's ever happened.

Comments

Carolynn said…

At least you will get to lose your tasty food virginity over and over again.

December 24, 2009 at 9:17 PM

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