Not hungry

Ehhhhhhhhh? You mean after thirty six hours one meal is enough to derail your hunger? 

One meal and a blueberry Mcshake. It’s filling and all. Lots of calories, which I need. Probably combined with lunch I’m getting what I usually get for lunch and dinner. 

So everything’s fine.

Look, I’m not happy about this either. I was looking forward to tearing apart that thigh. That breading with the hot stuff in it and hey I’m writing about it, it means I’m actually closer to hunger now than I was before when thinking about my pieces o chicken lounging in the fridge made me sick. So cheers for me.

Are you hungry?

Hey, come on.

ARE you hungry.

I’m feeling something?

I asked you a direction question soldier!

Soldier?

Sorry, channeling Sarah O’Conner in Terminator.

I think that’s Sarah Conner.

It’s the Irish version. 

I don’t think there is an Irish version.

Wait a minute, are you really going to blog this? That?

What?

The above.

I can’t even remember which one of us is represents which side.

Careful meticulous writer you are. Anyway… hungry now?

A little. Maybe. I feel a twinge.

We all pray upon your twinge.

Pray harder.