mtv and peanut butter

it's 1.38am and a low, beastly growl reverberates around the icy, pitch-dark room. groggily, i peel off the blanket and carelessly fling my bolster onto the floor.





the growl increases in magnitude. it is becoming impatient, incessantly roaring it's demands. in zombie-like fashion, i trudge out of the comfort of my room and down the stairs, answering the commands of the growl. as i flounder past the dining table, i take a glance. they had quite a feast for dinner earlier this evening.





nonetheless, this isn't what the growl demands. i stagger into the kitchen and lift my muddled gaze, surveying the kitchen top for the critical objectives. ah! found it!





spacing out with mtv channel and a peanut butter sandwich. food for the soul. gotta love it.