the shakes

oh, schnizzle. i knew this would happen eventually. my first craving. for salt, that is. it's been five weeks now. without salt, that is. i mean, i'm sure i've ingested a pinch or two of sodium here and there over the past five weeks. but nothing of any significance. and certainly nothing with any flavour. the flavour of salt. like the flavour of potato chips. and french fries. and chunky chicken soup. and frozen mushroom pizza. i'm talking 300% of one's recommended daily intake of sodium here. the salt that satisfies. the salt one can taste. it started about thirty minutes ago. first i could see the salt. then i could smell the salt. and finally i could taste the salt. yes, right now, as i am typing, i can actually taste the salt. mostly i am envisioning potato chips. tiny bite-sized potato chips dancing about my brain. it's been five weeks after all. and i certainly miss my old friends. like any loyal friend would. but for the most part, i haven't really thought about them too much. until now, that is. i'm reminded of my pregnant wife. and the ice cream. the midnight ice cream run during her first pregnancy. she said it was beyond her control. and i'm reminded of our childhood cat. hollywood. because my brother had a thing for the west coast. and hollywood had a thing for our hands. the salt of our hands. quick. i need a distraction. how about the blog? yes, the blog may just suffice. breathe. breathe. type. type. what about the window? what about the stars? the stars in the night sky. pretty, yes. but do they possess the necessary pull? and do i possess the necessary degree of self-control? time will tell.

thank g-d for f5