I’m so rumbly in my tumbly

by statia on January 5, 2004

My stomach will not stop growling. It’s used to me shoving stuff into it every 5 minutes. Those cookies are calling me. Now I go into the kitchen again, and there’s two more boxes of chocolate sitting on the table. That’s started calling me too. It’s like little voices in my head. Make it stop. make it stop. *curls up in the fetal position under desk*

Is it almost time for lunch?


matt January 5, 2004 at 10:19 am

i’m not used to even being out of bed yet, let alone thinking about eating. it doesn’t help that there is a big tin of assorted cooking down in the kitchen.

ok time to drink more water. :)

Kevin January 5, 2004 at 10:51 am

Dear Statia’s Stomach: SHH!!!!!!!!

I can hear you all the way down here in Texas! You’re making me hungry and I’m an hour behind you!


the mighty jimbo January 5, 2004 at 10:52 am


self-denial. it’s an art form.

Stephanie January 5, 2004 at 2:17 pm

I empathize completely. Here I am, crunching on my carrots and guzzling water… wishing instead it were cookies and just about anything warm and alcoholic.

And the weather isn’t helping, either. The freezing temperatures (28 right now) and snowy predictions that we associate with the holidays persist – we actually have a winter storm warning for tonight. And this is the place where the temp rarely drops below the 40s in the winter! Oy!

gojou January 9, 2004 at 4:19 am

I’m here to help. Send me the chocolate. :-)

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