To eat or not to
eat? My stomach says yes, my
hips scream don’t you dare.
Midnight munchies
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To eat or not to
eat? My stomach says yes, my
hips scream don’t you dare.
Should I say what I
feel, or what attracts readers?
Tempting to sell out.
I really should start
dinner. But husband’s gone, so
I’ll just blog and starve.
Kmart opens at
4am. Outlet mall at
midnight. Who needs sleep?
Why this ache, an itch
no hand can scratch, a splinter
no tweezer can pull?
They’ll watch football. We’ll
cook. Men and women. Hunters
and gatherers still.
If every meal
were cereal, we’d all have
more hours in the day.
Heavy blanket weighs
you down, yet cocoons you. Why
bother to crawl out?
If you clear out the
fridge for the turkey, then where’s
the other food go?
I jot on random
scraps, then lose them. No wonder
I don’t get things done.