Getting Ready

I was right, I didn't have an appetite.

Any chance of me getting some juice in my system was all ruined by an extreme lack of desire.

Shame too... don't know when she learned it, don't know how she worked it, but Ash was surprisingly a good cook.

Better than me anyway, which, thinking about it now... was more insult than compliment.

I still burn my eggs sometimes - don't think I should be anybody's benchmark to strive for.

Anyways, back to late night dinner, I barely moved my fork, on Ash's insistence, I took a nibble and a couple of bites here or there.

I felt awful for not eating, and that feeling didn't ease up one bit, cause you got me over here forcing down every swallow - meanwhile, Tyler was licking clean every square inch of his plate, wolfing down his share in half the time it took me to clear out a quarter of my own.