They used to disgust me. They don’t anymore. What would be the point?
My stomach growls again, more loudly this time. Shut up, stomach.
Eventually, the growling becomes a gnawing, a horribly empty and hollow sort of ache. But if I eat my slice of bread and peanut butter now, I’ll get hungry in the middle of my calling shift, and I won’t be able to concentrate, which will hurt my sales, which will lose me my new job. I’ve only been there a week and a half, now, and that’s not long enough to cut me the slack I need to have an off day due to hunger pains.
Clearly, I have to do something.
There’s a stack of notebook paper that I bought for seventy-nine cents to use for my weekly essay assignments. I still have plenty of paper. One sheet won’t make a huge difference.
It takes a while t
