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Something strange is happening to me today.

I am not really hungry.

That doesn't happen very often. Casi nunca, some might say. And yet, today... it's all due to Dinosaur, where I scoffed a great deal of dead carcass last night. So disgusting to say in the light of day, so good at the time...

So all I've eaten is a pack of sourdough pretzels. I'm debating going for lunch, but I'm not really sure I want anything. Am I doing it just for the sake of it?

This is such unfamiliar territory; I just don't know what to do with myself.