A good friend bought me breakfast this morning at Dan's Hamburgers: two cups of iced tea and three sizeable breakfast tacos. There were several cups of coffee spread throughout the day. Then, I had four chocolate chip cookies and four Oreos about two hours ago.
I still have a cupboard full of dry goods. I think I'm hoarding them, though, although it's so much harder to cook when you're starving.
It makes no sense. I can cook the food I have, and it can curb the hunger some. Yet, something in me keeps talking me out of cooking. Why can I not appreciate and enjoy the food I have?
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