Realisation dawns. I become Buddha under Bodhisatva.

Food.
Food is directly proportional to my mood -- and I have just realised the full impact of this fact. The only times I have felt like laughing about the silly things that get under my skin in the past couple of days is when I'm well fed... And when my stomach's empty, my mind grumbles, and then those hated moments arrive when i hate my life. Which absolutely sucks because, frankly, what's there to hate??? Do I hate the fact that I have a high pressure job? No. Infact I love the dynamism of the whole thing - I love how it changes everyday and how there's always something new to learn... I enjoy 'firing it', no matter how difficult it might feel at the moment... Yes, I hate the stoopid politics that comes with the job, but what you can ignore shouldn't bother you right?
So what is it that I hate? Not myself -- actually I love myself to an obscene degree...
But this logic evades me everytime I'm hungry. Parts of my brain stop functioning without food, and some other parts go on overdrive...
Food. I love food. I want food. I need food...