… and the resultant whining:
i am at work. i did not bring a lunch, nor do i have my car. i am stranded. and i am hungry. i was hoping/planning on (a) all the medicine i’m taking keeping my appetite down, and (b) there being some provisions in the goodie drawer. there were a few crackers. i ate them this morning. i drank much coffee, fortified with creamer-powder and sugar. i took my medicine. my back was nerving at me, (maybe it’s hungry too?) so i ate a vicodin, half at a time, you’d think that would make me happy. but no. i ate several berry-flavored tums from the breakroom, because they’re good for me. i may go get a couple more of those, they’re yummy.
so i have hours to go (it’s the theme of the week, me having hours to go before i can leave work). and desperation sets in. i rummage. i find a half eaten cadbury egg. you know, from easter time. i trim off the crustiest parts and eat the rest. i hope i don’t die. can you die from old cadbury eggs?
i chewed nicotine gum. i drank tons of water. i have some chocolate coffee beans (however they have been rolling around in my desk drawer since last year). i’m considering them.