At the end of the day, you end up opening the icebox
searching for something—Anything—to consume. You detour the celery and carrots
and pick that extra pizza, brownie, bagel, or pack of chips.
Just, its not lunchtime, its not dinnertime, its not even
breakfast. On second thought, you aren't even ravenous. You basically need to
consume.
How frequently has this befallen you? You consume for
practically any explanation for
