Ravioli
While I've been working at my desk this evening I made several glances at a can of ravioli that is on top of my dresser. Then commences a debate of logic in my mind. "My body is telling me I am somewhat famished and surely good ole' Chef Boyardee in his gleaming white hat has precisely the medicine to relieve the grumbling in my abdomen." Then a different intonation points out "With your current level of immobility your body only requires a very marginal degree of nutrients because of the drastically slowed level of your metabolism, overconsuming calories now will increase the amount of exersice required to shead those extra loafs from the breadbasket in a few months." I take another peek over at the congenial chef on the can, and he winks! Damn this incessant insomnia.....
Time to crawl in bed and hope for an early visit from Mr. Sandman......