Sitting at egg waiting for food.
Ned is busy, he's sending an e-mail about the shoot later today, we are both tired, and nervous, on edge.
I feel constantly hungry those days. And no matter what I eat it would not go away.
Hungry for food, for meat, for candy, for sugar, for beer, for whiskey, for sex, for attention, for effection, for money and approval.
The phone woke me up this morning, A number I didn't recognized and before I picked up, it was gone. Still trying to figure out who it was and what they wanted.