It’s almost one o’clock midnight here so if we share the same time zone then pardon me for waking you up from your slumber. I guess I cannot sleep. If you are the true friend you say you are, you should stay by my side and let’s have a colloquy.
Do you know why I have summoned you at this unholy hour? I am so hungry, I could eat a horse. It was yesterday morning that I took some tea with bread but it seems I was only joking, because I didn’t feel the slightest changeover from hunger to contentment. I mean as we say, I wasn’t the least satisfied. I promised to get something in the afternoon, but I was so busy I couldn’t hear my stomach calling for help. Even if I heard, I’m sure I would not have been able to do anything about it, considering that I was so engrossed in my work.
In the evening, that is, after all my work was done, it was too late to eat anything heavy so I took in a bottle of malt thinking it could sustain me till the following meal time.
As I am writing to you now, I have just discovered that I had some soup hiding somewhere in the freezer and I tell you, I am trying my darnest to bring it to melt. Even if it takes me years, I will wait. I’ll do anything to answer the call of my stomach this time.
I guess I have to check how the soup is doing. Catch you later.
No! Wait! Don’t you agree that the world is unfair? Some people can say bad things about others but others cannot say bad things about some people simply because it may sound mean.
For instance, a very short man can cast all sorts of insinuations at someone reminding him that he was as tall as an electric pole and that he wished his head bumped into an airplane but when a man says something a little more derogatory about how short someone is, it becomes mean.
Well, got to go find food to eat, more will come tomorrow.