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[Jun. 8th, 2007|12:45 pm] |
Yesterday, I wasn't hungry all day. I ate a little bit here and there, but even when I was home and thinking that I would have a big dinner to 'make up' for how little I'd eaten during the day, I was only hungry enough to eat a small bowl of soup. Unusual for me. When I was going to bed, I figured I'd probably wake up in the middle of the night, finally hungry.
Instead, I dreamed that a guy I know was teaching a class on how to eat things one normally wouldn't eat. There were only ten spots in the class, and I got into it at the last minute, while several people I know were bummed that they didn't get into the class. In the first class, under instructions from the teacher and encouragement from one of the other students, I ate the broken shards of three ceramic coffee mugs, and a plate of scrap metal pieces.
This morning, I am still not hungry. |
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So far all I've been able to eat is a small pile of cashews and some Pirate's Booty. :/
Did you check your cupboard for missing dishes?
*laughs*
It was shocking how unconcerned I was about what was going to happen to my digestive system with all that dishware and metal in it. | |