I've had chips twice today. Once at work, and then again due to an unscheduled pit stop at the chippy on the walk home. Had them with a big greasy battered sausage and curry sauce. I couldn't give a shit. I wish I'd had lots of bread, too.
Now I'm steadily working my way through a very large bag of Butterkist popcorn.
I couldn't be bothered to get up and get my headphones out of my bag. Instead, I leant over to a drawer and - lucky for the drawer - there were two pairs right on top. Tangled. Tangled BADLY. One being white, and one being black, disentanglement should've been easy. It wasn't. So I grabbed my nail scissors and cut the white pair into lots of little pieces. Much better.
I've just snarled at my minnows to stop shitting because I can't be arsed to clean them out. Then laughed.
It's no use. I'm going to have to spend some money.
SeasideMan
Pro 
If you're in the mood for a carbs boost, your body is tellign you something. Urges should sometimes be satisfied rather than squashed.
You have done the right things :-)
Tom.