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Thursday, April 21, 2005

God, this is getting weird. I'm scared even to see a doctor about it.

I woke up this morning and the first thing I saw was a pile of change I had taken out of my pockets and put on the table the night before. I didn't even think. I just reached out, grabbed a nickel, put it in my mouth, and swallowed it.

It didn't really taste like much of anything, but it felt really good to eat. I just sat there for a couple of minutes, trying to figure out why I had done such a weird-ass thing. And stared at the rest of the coins. I didn't want to eat them. It seemed like such a sick thing to do. But it was all I could think about.

Eventually I reached out and ate a penny. It had that awful coppery taste, but for some reason I didn't mind it. Anyway, that broke my resolve; I ate the rest of the change on the table and then went looking for more. Just coins; no bills. I ate all my coins, and five bucks in nickels and dimes from Ron's coin jar (which I paid for with a bill from my wallet). By the time I left the apartment, I had eaten thirteen bucks worth of small change.

Since then, every couple of hours or so, I've been getting hungry for more. Not much more; maybe a quarter or two. I haven't binged like I did this morning. But it hasn't gone away, either.

And the really scary thing is that I feel great.
o-kay...all the superheroism is rubbing off on you? But it seems a very expensive 'power'.
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