I have been subconsciously craving a good hearty helping of fried chicken. A constant reminder that I need to indulge in it before I start this p90x. The craving has been going on for about two weeks, but I couldn't make moves to satisfy it because of my limited financial resources.
[CUT TO: 20 min ago] Everyone is up in their rooms, finding the right position to induce sleep. I make my way to the kitchen and find lentil and rice, my heart is happy. I check the oven to see if I would be able to find some type of meat to accompany this healthy meal. It is empty, my heart hurts a bit. Then I heard a voice calling out to me from the microwave. I pulled down the door to find a box of Popeye's chicken [insert Heavenly voice from above: AHHHHHH!] I pulled it out and was hopeful for just a piece of fried chicken to satiate my palate. I opened to the box and I wept; there are two chicken breasts in the box, one standard and the other jumbo! I fix a bowl of rice and lentil and prepare my chicken, dousing it in hot sauce. I took my first bite and I wept again. The familiar flavor of poultry and hot sauce almost brought me to climax. I tried my best to break up the ration of chicken and rice but I fell weak to the overpowering lull of the poultry. It wasn't until the last piece of the bigger breast was digested that I realized that it was truly gone.
Never to touch my mouth again this evening and for that, I wept.
And for all this, I know, I am a true [insert truly descriptive adjective here]
