Mouth would be closed but I’m a mouth breather

The Eating Machine has put herself on idle; I guess I slept it off. But now I am sensing there is a void in my life – funny how you can get used to something so fast and then, poof, you are left with no direction.

Ah, well, I’m sure something else will come along to temporarily obsess me. Too bad I’m not filthy rich or it could get interesting: Woman buys 24 new cars! Woman acquires beach front homes! Woman goes to Neiman-Marcus 37 times in one day! Of course, having a sudden interest in crime could work out bad: Woman robs 12 Piggly Wiggly Stores, then makes it a baker’s dozen. That would probably, in the deep recesses of my subconscious, link back to the food-eating that started it all.

Maybe I’ll reinvent myself today; what’s that internet site where you can get a patent?