I am actually away from this blog long enough between posts that I forget my login information. That’s just silly.
I don’t really know what I owe the thanks to that I am writing anything at all but it’s something and it conceptually is important, if not in actual content.
It’s 2 am and I’m hungry. Now, I’ve eaten the usual meals (breakfast lunch and dinner) at fairly regular times, which I now recall is actually a lie, since I didn’t, and am now here wondering anyway why I’m hungry. What I did eat was two pieces of pizza at four and then a moderately sized dinner of chinese shrimp and broccoli at sixish and then a can of beef soup at elevenths. So that’s where I’m at.
There’s a few things I could eat. There’s tons of things I could eat really. This house has been lacking for food choices approximately never. But it’s just not working out. I feel like I’m looking for bread and that’s something I can probably do with out. But then. Couldn’t it be a craving? And don’t cravings mean something biologically?