By the time I finished showing houses late Sunday afternoon, I was exhausted and starving. It had been a busy weekend and I suddenly realized I hadn’t eaten all day. But what did I want?
I felt a gnawing craving inside. It was a familiar craving, but what was it for? Was it for steak? Pizza? Chicken? I genuinely felt confused.
I’ve gone through this odd process a thousand times before. I’m hungry but everything I think of feels wrong. I stopped at a couple of restaurants, thinking they might be what I needed, but each time I stopped, I felt a cold emptiness — because I realized what I needed wasn’t inside.

UK-based philosopher: Tax money paid to state is actually ‘charity’
Buffet’s hypocrisy: His company owes IRS $1 billion in back taxes
I’m all broken up about ‘draconian’ cuts hitting the federal government
If you believe watching porn won’t hurt anyone, you’re wrong
Conflict pushes inner buttons to make me feel like child in trouble
Love’s closest counterfeit sounds like love but acts like selfish need
FRIDAY FUNNIES
UPDATE: No, I really haven’t died; I’ve just lost my sense of purpose