The Human Condition

I just had a good long sleep using delta brainwave technology. After a good evening at my friend's house where I had FOOD. For those who don't know me in real life, I'm quite a thin person though I eat A LOT. My unusual thinness is thus generally attributed to: a) a fast metabolism; b) not eating properly. I like having a), but b) is somewhat deceptive, at least to me. As a semi-workaholic [I spend my free time, reading for my work, taking legal stimulants to keep on working, and in lots of exercise] food is simply something I don't think of on a regular basis. Since I mainly cook at home, this can become a big problem. By the time I'm conscious of that my body needs nutrition (when you're used to staying up for days on nothing but coffee, cigarettes, alcohol and willpower this can come pretty late) I barely have enough energy to make myself a cup of instant noodles, which as soon as I consume realize how empty my stomach is.

In this regard my bad mental habits don't help.

"Just a couple more sentences."

"Another chapter."

"Oh but you're doing so well right now, if you stop it might not come out good tomorrow."

Amongst other things I keep unconsciously saying to myself. Next thing I know it I wake up on the keyboard, and the writing is a disorganized mess. Good ideas; just don't know what order they go into. To illustrate the point, I have on my desk the remain of a pack of anti-acids that I've been chewing on (in semi-spearmint flavor!) to keep the stomach at bay.

Either I'm dedicated, or crazy.

Dread, unlimited.

Remember that loading screen in Baldur's Gate II: "Your characters don't need to eat. You Do! We don't want to lose any dedicated gamers."

I need a sign like that, for writers.