The discomfort in my stomach is nauseating. Its been hours since I’ve last eaten. As I sit in class and watch the minutes creep by my discomfort becomes an obsession. The four speaker circles around my computer resemble 4 distinct types of doughnuts. The white paper I write on is a deep sea of milk that I desperately want to go swimming in. 5 minutes pass. My stomach is grumbling so loud it seems to be screaming @ me. Why Dan? Why do you torture me so? I have no answer. I begin to mastermind the quickest route to any source of nourishment.
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