I’m in a terrible deadlock right now: can’t get up to create food because I’ve got low levels of energy because I need to eat.
I am feeling that melancholy which comes with the hunger: Feeling quite sorry for myself. It’s a nice somewhat forbidden emotion which is some secret luxury.
I can’t think of what to eat; everything seems to need cooking and I ain’t motivated enough.
Maybe if I go into the kitchen and take one beer, the energy will come with some inspiration and I’ll cook something taste worthy.
Better hurry while I’ve got energy enough for that.
It seems to be my only hope.