Neurotic Owl

flying through clouds of uncertainty on wings of existential dread

Eating. It keeps us alive.


You’d think that any relatively sane person who gets hypoglycemic would be able to remember that eating is important, but I am the worst at that, possibly because of that ‘relatively sane’ descriptor, which does not so much describe me.

I lose my appetite really easily, I sometimes have trouble making myself eat, but I also just plain get busy and forget, especially on my days off.  A work day has eating time built into it, but a day at my apartment/running errands is fluid, so I keep turning up for Browncoat shindigs at 2:00 in the afternoon with no food in my belly and needing to eat IMMEDIATELY so that I don’t get bitchy, weepy, and, eventually, passy-outy.

I might need  a minder to put food in my face along with vetoing my Netflix queue.


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