Sometimes eating is a joyless activity. It reminds me of those mornings in college — the ones when you’d been up all night marvelling at the interconnectedness of the universe and the twinkling of stars that may or may not have been there? The mornings when you realized intellectually, “Shit, I think my body is hungry,” and forced yourself to eat, but it wasn’t really eating, because your body didn’t know what to do with it? That kind of hand to mouth, chew chew chew, then…swallow? process of physically eating when your brain is just really not inattendance.

That’s how I’ve felt the last couple days. Dre and I have been really unimaginative with the food, and it’s made eating a purely pragmatic activity. This is very unusual for a sensualist like me.

Chew, chew.

Then….swallow?

JEFB:
Blue-nana juice again!

Lunch:
A joyless salad from Albertsons. No dressing. Pom Wonderful juice. A fruit salad.

*Note: while eating lunch, I was stricken with massive digestive discomfort. Waves of nausea, cramping, confusion, etc. I stopped eating, and it eventually passed.*

Dinner:
Four stuffed mushrooms, a little avocado, some strawberries.