I am starving but too lazy to fix something to eat... CH nonsense.
I am considering getting in my utility truck and driving to (well almost to) town to get something to eat... but I am too lazy to do that too. I wonder if the hunger will go away if I just wait it out. I do like feeling hungry better than feeling full... dangit.. I guess I will take a drive.. but I ain't gonna like it. I ate two poptarts (brown sugar&cinnamon/unfrosted) this AM, shoudn't that be enough??
Someone come up with "time released" food. I will be a customer. I woud LOVE something so that I would only have to eat maybe every three days and just drink cokes the rest of the time. Then cooking/eating might be exciting instead of drudgery... of course I shouldn't complain, it could always be worse. What if people had to graze and chew the cud.. that would suck, then again I wouldn't have to pay the "yardman"...
Closest place is Bojangles. Chicken biscuit, chicken club asndwich?? No...
Quicktrip! Cheap hotdogs... and gas.
OK, I will eat if I have to... does eating or fixing something to eat ever seem like a chore to you? I think Neil was right, A man needs a maid, perhaps two wives... one to work and one to cook and clean... perhaps one more for other stuff. I might be moving to Utah soon... just to raise me up a crop of... oh nevermind. I'll be back.
I am weirded out today. I have to drive to the other side of Atlanta tomorrow and sit in classes all day. They start at 8:00AM and I usually don't get up till about 8:30... it is freaking me out. When I was younger I could stay out until 2:00AM and be at work at 7:00 and work all day... back then my wife would pack me 5 sandwiches.
There was another thread re: change... things do change. Like it or not. I also ran my mouth and said I would vaccum today... I'd rather eat than vaccum and I think I have already established that I don't want to eat. I DO need a maid. Someone to cook my meals (and feed me), wash my clothes and go away.
Maybe I am on the threshold of my second childhood??
I want a different mom this time. No verbal abuse or beatings... no, no moms, just a maid... a
French maid. Until then I will drag my arse down to the QT and get a couple of hotdogs... and hope my cat does not decide I am prey. Actually, she has already decided I am prey (along with everything else that moves).. I am just too large her to kill and eat. I wish I had 5% of her energy. I better eat the hotdogs before I get back though...
There is a song in here somewhere...
Happy day!
J
post edited by jbow - 2013/04/10 14:53:51