Cookie Monster Days

I snorted coke yesterday.

Well, technically it was Pepsi, but the principle's the same.

Longer-term readers will know that I've become a sniffer of desserts since beginning this ridiculous experiment. And I swear, that urban myth about people who go blind getting their other senses intensified works for Disappearing folk too - I can sniff a dessert now and give you a complex breakdown of ingredients, processes, combinations, the lot. And yesterday, I sniffed Pepsi.

Now, it's important to realise that this is a craving, because the more convoluted and frankly mental the cravings get, it becomes apparent that they're not related to anything in real life. What I mean is, it's not as if I'm not getting great food - d made a beautiful meal last night, and prepped another for today, and I'm gonna enjoy today's as much as I enjoyed last nights, but that doesn't stop me craving. It's like...y'know when douchebag men get caught having an affair, and claim "it meant nothing to me"? It's like that - it's not rational, or the result of not getting enough good food, it's just a craving for things you're not allowed, and it's enough to turn your brain inside out.

I rarely get cravings for coke these days, despite drinking up to six litres of the stuff per day just a handful of years ago. Today, after just a couple of sniffs, I'm over yesterday's craving. But it's been pretty much replaced by a more regular insanity - the urge to go to the biscuit aisle of the local supermarket, and just rip everything open and bury my face in them, chewing only briefly, like the Cookie Monster, cramming marshmallow and chocolate and sweetmeal and jam and more chocolate into my system like there's no tomorrow. Right now, I could probably exchange all the good healthy nutritious meals in the world for one marvellous, glorious, Roald Dahl-style orgy of excess in a chocolate factory or a biscuit aisle...

Sigh...

Time for hard physical exercise or a cold freakin' shower, I think. Gonna go hack the bejeesus out of some weeds in the garden, and wait for this particular craving to run its course.

Rassen-frassen-goddammm....COOOOOOOOOOKKKKKKIIIIIIIIEEEEEE!!!!