jibber-jabber
I walked at *least* five miles today over very hilly terrain (plus three classes and the train ride), while carrying a 30-pound backpack. And yet, I'm not *hungry*. I'm running on three servings of milk, a slice of leftover chocolate cake, and half a bowl of breakfast cereal, and I don't want anything else. And it's not the slightly nauseous feeling that comes with being too hungry, either; it's not accompanied by the logy too-little-butter-too-much-bread feeling; I wander around the kitchen and just-don't-want-anything. I need to take long walks in the fresh air and sunlight more often, 'cause it's better than food. I'm going to go find a can of fruit and nibble on it while watching the House & Wilson show. Meanwhile, have an unexpected groundhog.
ETA: God wants House and Wilson to go out. *GOD* wants House and Wilson to go out. This is better than that Krycek crackfic with the talking list! ... and Alan isn't even pretending to try to hide it anymore.
ETA: God wants House and Wilson to go out. *GOD* wants House and Wilson to go out. This is better than that Krycek crackfic with the talking list! ... and Alan isn't even pretending to try to hide it anymore.