Human Garbage Disposal

Jan 21, 2009 14:56

2 Apples. 1 and a half bowls of muesli. A slice of toast. Yesterday's left over carrots and hummus. A Tim-Tam from my drawer at the office. That slice of ham that's been in our fridge since my brief encounter with working full time.

I cannot stop eating. I cannot physically stop myself. Right now I'm munching on some stale rice crackers that have been sitting amongst my stuff since before the move. Before the New Room. What's worse is I'm eying up a stumpy coconut biscuit my mother incinerated last night.

This isn't funny. I thought it was funny. In the beginning. About a week ago. When mum and I jokingly likened it to my shopping issues. It's no longer funny. I should never have laughed. I jinxed it. I'm screwed.

My stomach's currently gargling at me to go purge or something. Which is... ew. It's loud. Violent. Scary as hell. Horribly embarrassing.

I have less than an hour to get it under control, or my doctor's really going to think I'm crazy.

doctor, crazy, foooooooooooood

Previous post Next post
Up