Lucky: A Manger a Trois

In my time of need I've turned to food. Not as in I've physically transformed into a meat pie (imagine going to sleep every night in a freshly baked pie? You could sink into a warm gravy filled dream, and then eat your way out of the pastry to hit the snooze button...) but take out one factor of the equasion that makes up Lucky, and you need to replace it with something else.

                                               

I mean, I'm already a self diagnosed addict. Addicted to shopping, addicted to music, reading, games, love. If i play a new game once or twice and enjoy it, it's all over from there. Like when i became addicted to this game called Bejewelled. You might know it:



Quite possibly one of the most harmless games to ever be created. You match three of the same stone and they explode with a satisfyingly crunching noise. The trick is to match 5 for a special relacement glowie orby thingummy thing. No potential for evil, one would be sure.

Except I became so addicted to this game that if anything intefered with me and my hours of playing this, I would become enraged.
Time to get off the train? I would push past others snarling and clutching my ipod protectively to my chest.
Time to interact with other humans? Begrudgingly, at best.
Battery dying? Curse you Steve Jobs, DIE!!!! (Too soon?)
Mid coitus? I would close my eyes and see coloured stones moving, shifting, shaking, breaking......oh. Time for a cigarette!

Anyway, the point I am trying to make is that food is me is what birkenstocks and cattle dogs are to lesbians. Thats normal. But now as I sit here and rub my already distended african child belly, I cant help but think about whats for lunch. And whats for after lunch. What I'll make for dinner. And what I'll snack on while making dinner.

I cant stop thinking about food! Of course I understand  that I'm substituting booze for food. OF COURSE.

This might also be the fact that relationship is not great, work is not great and finances are not great. With food, you can always have something good to eat.

God forbid I burn dinner tonight. If you need to find me, I'll be in a crumpled heap, seeking comfort from the gentle hum of the refrigerator motor.

P.S I'd just like to mention that this morning for breakfast I ate
*one orange
*one Boost chocolate bar
*half a pork chop that was meant to be my lunch.