Guest guest Posted January 30, 2008 Report Share Posted January 30, 2008 Right after I'd signed off my PC and started to work out last night, every tornado siren in the city began blaring--loudly enough that I heard them through my headphones. A Hoosier born and bred, I'm pretty accustomed to the sirens--just not in JANUARY!--but I grabbed my purse and keys and hotfooted it down the stairwell to my neighbors' ground-floor apartment. And after several hours of hail and tornadic-force winds and the paralyzing terror that my daughter was across town at night class in one of the oldest buildings on campus and the storm was blocking cell signals, I came upstairs to find that I was starving. I mean, really, really, really hungry. I couldn't grab a poptart fast enough--all I wanted was basic, simple carbs, and noodles would have taken too long. So I guess true fear and anxiety--the adrenalin, maybe?--really make the body want fuel. Yet even as I gulped it down (no, I did NOT taste it) I felt a bit guilty both for eating junk food and for gulping it down so fast. Have to give myself a bit of forgiveness for that silly reaction. More new features than ever. Check out the new AOL Mail! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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