Today's theme: cravings.
The clocks went ahead an hour here this morning and I've been out of synch ever since. Time changes always screw me up.
The cravings have grown stronger and stranger with every passing day.
They started out innocently enough: a hotdog from a street corner vendor, smothered with relish. Sure, I'd been a strict vegetarian for the entirety of my adult life. But if my baby wanted me to chow down on a frankfurter, who was I to deny him?
Besides, it's not like I could be sure there was really any meat in there anyway.
That was just the beginning though. One night I found myself in Henry's Grill, ordering a rare porterhouse steak. When my knife sliced into it my plate was covered with spilled blood. You'd think my stomach would have rebelled and I would have come to my senses, right? Hell, Gary turned a miserable shade of green just from me telling him about it!
But I dug right in, finishing that bad boy off in record time. That's what the waiter told me, at any rate.
Today, though, today was too much. I've locked myself in the bathroom and I'm not coming out until this one passes. I was walking by the elementary school and caught myself watching the girls on the swings, licking my lips. I wasn't seeing them as they were, though. Not all happy and yelling and full of life.
No, in my mind they were barbequed and topped with ketchup and sauerkraut.
What sort of creature is growing within my womb?