food!

i was SO EXCITED about eating my last meal it was as though i were an animal, probably a dog. if i had a tail it would have been wagging uncontrollably. i was almost frantic just before i started eating. i can just see it: ears flopping everywhere, paws and claws click-clacking on the linoleum, running toward food. tongue hanging out. face disappearing into bowl. and at the end of the meal how the dog licks the bowl, then tosses it up in the air and bites it along the edge as if to make sure there's nothing left at the bottom, then places it upside down on the floor and looks at you feeling very satisfied and proud of itself—it was that sort of enthusiasm.

i ate half a large pizza.

it's great getting so much pleasure out of something so simple.

(what is wrong with me?)