"Off to the Races, the Royal Races..."
Oct. 7th, 2005 07:41 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
psalm_onethirtyoneSo, let us say that you are starving to death, a slightly melodramatic term that can either refer to hyperbole and mean merely that you are extremely hungry, or else literalism and mean that you are truly going to die of hunger and lack of food.
Let us say that you are employing this term because you have not eaten in eight hours and everyone else is going to to a nice restaurant that you cannot go to because you are you and have your own situation; let us say also that you cannot eat anything at home, for some inconvenient reason, say, the power has gone out and all your dietary foodstuffs are rendered inedible when not cooked.
What, then, is your solution?
Apparently, hibernation.
You wake up three hours later and deduce, despite the darkness of your room, that the power is back on, due to the fact that your alarum clock is flashing a time roughly equivalent with 12:45 am.
What do you do now?
Come downstairs and have supper, for which you are about to die. Because you have slept all this time, you have fourteen points left, and thus treat yourself to an entire chicken breast, for the first time in a while, an apple you discover hidden somewhere, two slices of dietary bread hidden in the back of the refrigerator, an entire pot of frozen yellow beans, and, because you still have seven points left after all of this, a very small bag of dietary potato chips.
Thus, having eaten something at long last, and feeling rather as though you truly have been starving to death and cannot believe you've finally obtained food, you creep into the next room, log on to the computer, and proceed to make a post detailing the incident in the most pretentious terms, despite the fact that there is nothing even remotely remarkable about it.
Except that now you know how hibernation works. When there's no food, you go to sleep! Simple.
Also you have discovered that you are an idiot.
Let us say that you are employing this term because you have not eaten in eight hours and everyone else is going to to a nice restaurant that you cannot go to because you are you and have your own situation; let us say also that you cannot eat anything at home, for some inconvenient reason, say, the power has gone out and all your dietary foodstuffs are rendered inedible when not cooked.
What, then, is your solution?
Apparently, hibernation.
You wake up three hours later and deduce, despite the darkness of your room, that the power is back on, due to the fact that your alarum clock is flashing a time roughly equivalent with 12:45 am.
What do you do now?
Come downstairs and have supper, for which you are about to die. Because you have slept all this time, you have fourteen points left, and thus treat yourself to an entire chicken breast, for the first time in a while, an apple you discover hidden somewhere, two slices of dietary bread hidden in the back of the refrigerator, an entire pot of frozen yellow beans, and, because you still have seven points left after all of this, a very small bag of dietary potato chips.
Thus, having eaten something at long last, and feeling rather as though you truly have been starving to death and cannot believe you've finally obtained food, you creep into the next room, log on to the computer, and proceed to make a post detailing the incident in the most pretentious terms, despite the fact that there is nothing even remotely remarkable about it.
Except that now you know how hibernation works. When there's no food, you go to sleep! Simple.
Also you have discovered that you are an idiot.
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Date: 2005-10-08 12:06 am (UTC)Well. I thank thee, milady, indeed I do, although I do fear thou dost too greatly praise my o'er-completelyridiculous word.
<3! ^__^ Yes. Dinner has officially improved my outlook on live exponentially.