It seems that after about a half hour of DDR, all I crave is fructose. However, after realizing that all three apples in my house are bruised and beaten, the craving lessened. Never the less, I chose the least battered of the three. Biting into it, I realized that the inside is pink, meaning that I'm eating a dyed apple. I'm eating food coloring. Now THAT is less than appetizing.
Halfway into the apple, I decide I really want Mountain Dew. I go downstairs to pour me a glass and sip it expecting to find liquid gold. Turns out, I decide it would be slightly less repulsive if it wasn't flat.
Skipping upstairs with my flat cup of Mountain Dew, I go into my room and decide "Well, it's a good thing I have my sunflower seeds. I'll just eat them and it'll be okay!" Well... at least until I get one lodged in my throat and have to go to the ER...
My eating life is such an adventure.