I washed some dishes and left the kitchen only to discover an apple. . . IN MY HAND. "How did that get there?" I made pancakes for my daughter and couldn't lick the syrup off my fingers. The leftover porkchop in the refrigerator is LAUGHING. My daughter is now eating a Peanut Butter and Jelly sandwich while I watch. My wife said, "I don't think I can make it through my final if I don't get a candy bar first."
That apple is still in there, singing out, "I don't really count as food, I'm just one little apple."
This is difficult. 5 hours and 15 minutes to go.
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I thought about you all day, because I needed to eat so very often and don't think I would have made it without the coffee, poptart, Buckhead lunch with Alex and Alix, porkchop and fried apple dinner ... oh, wait, I hope you eat before you read this.
ReplyDeleteAnd isn't it interesting how hard it is to go against our bodies wishes? I wonder if something made it down your throat without you noticing at all?