I was meant to start writing before, but then I forgot, so now I am writing at the current time, although this will be read after I have finished writing it and the event that I am currently undertaking will then be in the past.
Right now I am feeling rather hungry. I am wearing a loud shirt and I can’t help but wonder if that is increasing the feeling of hunger that is steadily growing in my stomach, forcing me into a position where I feel the need to eat but cannot be bothered getting up from my desk to find food as soon my shift at work will be over and I’ll be able to buy food.
The main issue is that I am feeling hungry right now and have no food in front of me.
The secondary issue is that I will be doing my food shopping on the way home and it can be a bad thing to do food shopping on an empty stomach as it could lead to me purchasing things that I do not need to eat, or things that I should avoid eating.
Shopping on an empty stomach is always a dangerous endeavour and now I am presented with the dilemma of having to do so, thus compromising my sensibilities and forcing me to wrestle with my madness-induced conscious as I try to wrestle all the delicious ice cream away from me whilst at the same time trying to bring it close to my heart (and mouth) as I lovingly embrace it all the way to the checkout, pay for it, consume it in an incredibly short amount of time and then regret the decision later on as I’ve just spent a premium on something that I did not need to have and am trying to avoid having as it is easy enough for me to eat half a litre of ice cream in a really short amount of time.
That is assuming that I only stick with ice cream.
As the hunger is increasing, I know that shopping will become more difficult as things decide to subtly say “Come and buy me. You know you want to. A little bit of chocolate won’t hurt. There’s only four packs of us remaining. Come and buy me. You know you’ll enjoy what you consume”. The next thing I’ll know, I’ll have bought enough chocolate to feed me for the rest of the week.
However, if I manage to resist, I’m sure that I’ll walk out with a number of plums as it is currently plum season and plums happen to be my favourite fruit. They’re so wonderfully delicious. I could probably eat eight within a few hours.
However, if I did that, then I’d have to deal with other problems that are probably best not discussed here, lest I leave a number of people feeling disgusted by the end result and whilst I don’t mind, I amm sure that plenty of others would.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:54:47
Fast, but not edible.
Written at work.