I forget, sometimes, the pleasant disorientation that accompanies hunger. The subtle high of malnutrition? The slow shock felt in the body when the body does not receive the food it is used to receiving?
(Very different, this, from, say, a low calorie, vegetable diet. A salad at mealtime instead of nothing at lunch or a smoothie at lunch, for whatever reason leads to a hard edge to my personality. I sharpen. It is—unpleasant.)
Light-headed, but not at all uncomfortably, at my desk. Reading Bluets and thinking of writing. Posting to my blog, which, of course, is something I am unable to do.
Sometimes I think about not eating for a week just to see what would happen. Sometimes I think about not sleeping for a while, too. Just for the heck of it.
Then I accidentally eat a sandwich. Or take a nap.
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Me? I'm me. What's your excuse?
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Rose Hobart by Joseph Cornell
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4 comments:
I remember dentists and teeth in your book? I'm sorry. I'll eat some Jell-O on your behalf (I like the vanilla rice pudding cups).
Also, when I was fourteen, I had total reconstructive jaw surgery. Was off food for a long time, wired shut, etc. Sympathies.
You know what's worse? My word verification is "ovenc."
and then of course there's this:
http://hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.com/2010/09/party.html
word verification this time: "osess"
There are doctors and bumps.
Last time I was at a dentist who used laughing gas, he had a Beatles song playing in his office and I went into a weird Yellow Submarine world. Unless I made that whole thing up. I don't think I did. I feel like it happened.
I kind of enjoy being off food. I'm in almost no discomfort at all, happily. Thank you for the sympathy.
I was just thinking about you. You were in that little box of six friends on Facebook. "Oh, Molly. Wonder how she is?"
No, I thought there were teeth. Someone made the narrator go to a dentist. Funny, how memory works, or doesn't work.
Once when I got swiped in the face by a dog and went to the hospital for stitches, I thought my parents took me to the vet's because I swear to this day there was a pig on the operating table to my right.
Well, cool; that's good news.
I'm okay. Busy as ever, but nothing to complain about. Will finally be getting my mohawk tomorrow. Squee! Probably where you are with hipsters galore, it's old hat, but where I am--the land of Abercrombie and Fitch--it should be pretty fun. Not shaving the sides; just mostly a boy cut with a longer hawk on top. And so, you see, that's the news.
You? Otherwise?
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