I woke up in the middle of the night last night. I stumbled into the kitchen and poured myself a bowl of cereal. Froot Loops, if you must know.
Then I ate another bowl-full.
Then I had, not one, but two peanut butter sandwiches.
Why?
Because I somehow got it stuck in my head that I wouldn't be able to eat for the rest of the week. In my half-awake state, I suddenly had to eat. And I had to eat something that was going to stick with me. Hence the peanut butter.
Yeah, it stuck with me, alright. I only remembered my late night foraging when I stepped on the scale this morning and realized that I had gained three pounds.
This is what it is like to live with my brain.
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