Appetite for Bullshit

I’m staring down another double espresso. I’m not sure I’m even interested in drinking it. I had a slice of bread and jam for breakfast, but only because I felt like I needed to eat something. I have to admit, I don’t think I’ve ever lost my appetite before, at least not for this length of time. I’ve been *full* many many times, but I don’t think I’ve ever been without hunger.
Other than that, I’m feeling pretty good these days — I’m getting good sleep, waking up refreshed (or whatever — like normal). Got a bit of a cough, but that seems hardly a reason to stop eating. I joked that this is like some kind of cleansing regimen, eating little, drinking gallons of juice, no pop, no beer, no caffeine, no smoky environments. R imagined what I’d look like when I regained my appetite — sitting on the floor in front of the refrigerator, eating everything in site.
I’ve had 2 sips of espresso. It’s got an acrid taste, with a heavy, lingering bitterness, which clings to the sides of my tongue. I remember the heavy roasted flavour from before, but it’s not a desirable taste anymore. I won’t be able to finish this cup.
I’ve been watching some of Penn and Teller’s “Bullshit”, season 3, including the episode where they debunk Mother Theresa, the Dalai Lama, and Mahatma Ghandi. Pretty interesting stuff — it makes you want to go out and look things up for yourself instead of just trusting what everybody else says. Me? What do I know about Mother Theresa? Just what I hear about in the news, right? Would it surprise me to know that with all the money given to her, almost none of it went to help the poor and suffering? A little, yeah.