I know that in this fast paced and up-to-date world this may come under the category of 'old news' by now, but the weekend just past was certainly the hungriest I've had in a long time. Not for a sudden lack of eating, I'm sure, because I'd been eating (maybe a little less than) normally, consistently for a good while, but on waking on Saturday I felt this draining sort of hunger I don't think I've ever had before in my life. So downstairs I went, and duly stocked up on plenty of food. But the hunger never really went, and I fell asleep on Saturday hungry, and woke on Sunday, naturally feeling equally as hungry.

Word of the Week

Eat

eat v. 1 a tr. take into the mouth, chew, and swallow (food). b intr. consume food; take a meal. c tr. devour (eaten by a lion). 2 intr. (foll. by (away) at, into) a destroy gradually, esp. by corrosion, erosion, disease, etc. b begin to consume or diminish (resources etc.). 3 tr. colloq. trouble, vex (what's eating you?).

Definition courtesy of the Concise Oxford Dictionary

This hunger is eating me, it seems. And still I'm feeling undernourished. But further to that, a tooth of mine, one adjacent to the broken left incisor with the false tip, seems to be growing towards that broken tooth and causing me a great deal of discomfort. I'm twenty, and I would have thought those front teeth of mine ought to have stopped growing by now, but this one has suddenly decided to make its way into my broken tooth, and I'm not sure whether it'll straighten itself out or if it'll carry on regardless, eventually careering right through the tooth, through the front of my mouth via the upper lip. It is very painful, I must say. A sort of dull pain, really as if two slightly grainy surfaces are rubbing together, eventually to destroy either one or the other. It isn't just confined to the teeth though - it's sort of spread a little upwards around the area of them towards my left nostril. Ah, but this isn't the place for moaning. It should be light-hearted, entertaining, at times inspiring and most definitely not for airing ones ailment such as this.

I bid you adieu, to eat, to suffer, and be merry.