Last night I was lying in bed watching The Hills (yessssss I finally found a website that lets me watch it here!). There was a scene where Heidi and Spencer were eating dinner at their favorite Mexican restaraunt in LA and it was almost more than I could bear. After the episode was over, I literally spent about 15 minutes just lying in bed with my eyes closed imagining that I was eating chips and salsa with my family, on my thrid refill of coke, or the amazing tortilla soup at On the Border, or the huevos rancheros I got at Peppers the week before I left, or the cheesey salad at Espiaus, or the nachos at Cotixans, or the tacos at Ramiros, or the carne asada fries at Robertos, or the chile relleno at that one place aunt carol likes, or a nice fat chipotle burrito, or El Mercado, or taco bell, or ANYTHING. The one image my mind kept returning to, though, was me dipping a nice salty, greasy chip into my refried beans with cheese, lots of cheese, that stretches as I pull the chip away. I swear I can taste it right now, I really can, and it's amazing. It's not just the mexican, either. I would love to have a nice big salad, or a sandwich with lots of vegetables on it or something. I would love to have some soup with recognizable ingredients. A nice big steak and a baked potato would be cool, too. This sudden food obsession is probably caused by the fact that I basically haven't eaten anything besides plain white things that make me gag since last Friday. I would try to console myself by going to get some Indian takeout or something, but I am still at the point where two pieces of toast with jam is a huge accomplishment. Woe is me. I hate you, body.