One day I'll get around to writing a proper description. For now, just know that I tend to read more than I write, and that my thoughts are rattling around in my head with oft nowhere to go.
Hunger gnaws at my stomach, climbs into my throat, leaving me feeling queasy.
There’s a parallel experience of lightheadedness and inability to concentrate as a pained gurgle erupts from my gut.
Thoughts are fleeting, and my focus draws upon more primal, basic needs.
Christ, I could certainly use something to eat.
chickenhat said:
Well, I’m almost ready you goofball.
Let’s go grill some meat. *slaver*
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