I’m a bit hungry at the moment.
You could call it a “late-night snack” sort of hungry, and you technically wouldn’t be wrong except for that for my sort of timetable, it’s more like a 9pm snack even though it’s 2 in the morning.
Regardless, I’m supposed to get up decently early this morning so I’ll be going to be quite soon… but that still doesn’t solve this “hunger” dilemma I have at this point.
My tummy is growling and my mouth is salivating for something, and I’d prefer if it wasn’t junk.
Except there’s a problem with that wish.
My Dad doesn’t need the junk food. He’s overweight and has blood sugar issues and yet [b]he’s always buying lollies.[/b]
What the fuck?!
He shouldn’t be buying chocolate licorice bits or licorice pieces or candy straps or jellybeans or chocolate cookies… and yet he is.
I’ll buy licorice every so often because he and I both enjoy eating it, but he certainly shouldn’t be buying pack after pack of the stuff and gorging on it. Shit, that’s not good for him no matter how hard he convinces himself of the argument that “licorice is good for you” because it can clean out your bowels.
But will he listen to me? Noooo… talk about stubborn.
The worst part of this crap is that it’s probably hurting him more than he realises or cares, and that sucks for me because I care about my Dad deeply…
And as for me… I’m stuck either choosing between a bit of toast, some cookies, cheese, table crackers, or lollies before bed.
And all I wanted was a bloody apple.