"I don't know why we are here, but I'm pretty sure that it is not in order to enjoy ourselves." Ludwig Wittgenstein

Monday, November 23, 2009

Midnight Hunger Pangs

Nothing that a half a gallon of ice cream wouldn’t cure. That’s what Richard was thinking as he lay there in the middle of the night, wide awake again in anguish over Lola. He wanted to bury his troubles beneath a half gallon of coffee heath bar crunch ice cream—even if it was 3 AM, and the refrigerator seemed now like it was 17 miles away.

Lola was impossible. She said that she loved him, but then she treated him like the plague.

Richard rolled over, twisting the sheets around his exhausted body, and worried himself nearly fully awake: But will the caffeine keep me up?

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