It's just past noon and I should probably be hungry. It would be convenient to be hungry now, since in twenty minutes I'm going to leave for an appointment and I'm not going to have another chance to eat lunch until two.
Instead, my stomach feels... not truly bad, but not quite right. It feels almost like stage fright: I'm jittery and almost nervous, I have too much energy but no focus, I want to get up and walk down the hall but I don't know where I'd be going or why, and I can't think. My breathing is shallow until I notice and take a few slow deep breaths; the next time I notice, it's faster and shallow again.
This must be what happens when I have chocolate cake.
I did scrape all the frosting off it. I'm not a complete idiot. And I didn't have much; I took a slice that would, if formed in a different shape, have been smaller than a donut.
This is awful.
Note to self: next time you think chocolate cake at 9:30 would be a spectacular way to have a healthy breakfast, go read this entry, 'kay? UGH.
Deep breaths. There ya go. Again; good. At least you didn't have caffeine. Things could be so much worse.
Instead, my stomach feels... not truly bad, but not quite right. It feels almost like stage fright: I'm jittery and almost nervous, I have too much energy but no focus, I want to get up and walk down the hall but I don't know where I'd be going or why, and I can't think. My breathing is shallow until I notice and take a few slow deep breaths; the next time I notice, it's faster and shallow again.
This must be what happens when I have chocolate cake.
I did scrape all the frosting off it. I'm not a complete idiot. And I didn't have much; I took a slice that would, if formed in a different shape, have been smaller than a donut.
This is awful.
Note to self: next time you think chocolate cake at 9:30 would be a spectacular way to have a healthy breakfast, go read this entry, 'kay? UGH.
Deep breaths. There ya go. Again; good. At least you didn't have caffeine. Things could be so much worse.
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"The first one down was the four-year-old. The child looked lovely. Cute little face, clean. Hair in little braids, little things, you know. 'Good morn', Daddy.' And I said, 'What do you want for breakfast!?' The four-year-old has the ability to see through and find the wrong thing. The child saw through my body what was behind me. She saw the chocolate cake. She said, 'Can I have chocolate cake?' And I said, 'Chocolate cake, where?' She said, 'Chocolate cake behind you.' And I looked... and there was chocolate cake! The child wanted chocolate cake for breakfast! How ridiculous! And I said... and someone in my brain looked under chocolate cake and saw the ingredients: Eggs! Eggs are in chocolate cake! And milk! Oh goody! And wheat! That's nutrition! 'What do you want?' 'Can I have some chocolate cake?' 'Chocolate cake coming up!'"
-- Bill Cosby, "Himself"
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