Something's got over me.

Last morning, at 6.07am.
An idea of destruction struck and stayed to sow seeds of discord, between my better and worse halfs. Slumber as bait, I saw how difficult it would be to go to class at 10 am the same day. The ringing of past resolutions silent by the humming of temporal relief.

Last afternoon, at 4.47pm.
The car was in motion, my mouth chewing on the weird and very msg-ed chicken slice. My brains barely registering the french fries that went down minutes ago.

Last afternoon, at 4. 51pm
The doors opened and I picked up an arm-load of baggage entered the living room of the house we inhabited as a family. The food bought was lay on the table, as I settled into customary position - eating. One bean curd tart, pausing half-way to shout for "Jasmine", then continuing mindlessly to fill my stomach and time. Past the tart, I reached for the apple pie I presumably bought. Another bite, before Mum reminded me of the load I ate, unknowingly. I felt my stomach and felt no difference between hunger and excess.

Last night, at 8.50pm
The muesli in the kitchen beckoned. After my muesli breakfast, I seemed inclined to continue. With a day expired swiss yogurt and more rolled oats and dried fruits. Pinching more from Joanna's share of Honey yogurt and muesli mix.

Last night, 11.56pm
1 more frozen bean curd tart from the cranky refrigerator. Quite thoughtlessly, I moved through various heating of the same frozen tart. Munching the thawed bits, between heating. Through individual conversations with Jasmine which steered towards the activity of talking above listening on both accounts, I remembered the apple pie I abandoned before. Which accounts for 1 more trip to the toaster. Then Jasmine's supper seduced my awkward senses with promises of prolonging the supper. Another piece of bread, with charred pork floss. Then, only I realised I'm gorging food again.