am hungry and angry

okay, it's almost 2 am. it's like i reduced my beauty sleep hours to four hours. what is beauty anyway when your breasts are quickly sagging? i'm just sitting up in my bed, skimming through other people's writing and wondering why i can't write anymore and why i've stopped making sense.
shift. shift. shift of an audience is what i've been aiming at. how come my new audience doesn't want me? i'm trying to tune myself into you, my new audience. but am hungry from staying up nights and i'm wondering if i should go to the ref and get a bite of the cheese, maybe a couple of olives and some bhujiya and and apple and peanut butter. but that panini sandwich at Java was stuffed with so much cheese and pickle (pickle in a sandwich for Heaven's sake! Change the menu, Gagan Pradhan!) that it made me sick by the time i finished it. but i still love panini grilled sandwiches and a tall glass of lemon drink.
this summer, there will be several glasses of ice tea. maybe a lot of talking about writing when M and P come home. and maybe i'll learn to write again.
just the thought of it makes me feel better. okay, to the kitchen now. am dreaming of potato farls.