As I sit here writing this my stomach and brain are fighting each other with conflicted messages. – Stomachs position on the situation is clear and precise…”Im Hungry, give me food or i shall turn to digesting the fleshy walls of your stomach to satisfy me”. He poses a strong argument for the cause of getting up from my comfy chair, in a warm building to brave the outside (which is doing it’s best to imitate one of the poles). The brain however (who is completely bias in the writings of this post as he is control of my motor functions and therefore rules all) has a different stance- yet equally as simple. “Warm here- stay here”. However what my brain has not banked upon is a rebellious steak within its midst against itself- therefore Stomach wins – Food time. Screw you brain you don’t own me.
The toss up between lunch and hunger
-Brown
