i cannot stop eating peanuts

I'm eating peanuts like it's going out of style. Well, at least i'm only writing when the important things happen, like now when i am gorging on peanuts. This is one of the only live journals that actually actively discourages its readers from reading further. Congrats to all you persistent fans who held out on the tepid sea without a gust of wind to speed you onward. There shall be no wind in this blog either. Besides the unavoidable fact that i am ravenously cracking the shells of peanuts and shoveling them into my gullet with the urgency of a poor starved hobo given a big bowl of steaming gruel. And why am i stuffing my face with legumes? Part of it is hunger, part is the fascination with opening the shells by pressing them between the thumb and fingers and squeezing gently until a small snap is heard and this is when the feasting begins, part of it is probably the effects of being alone in the house and not knowing what to do with myself, and part is definitely my unexplainable and unjustified love for peanuts, in all their many forms and matter states, except the gaseous which gives me a severe cough.
Do not let the length of this blog fool you. At no point shall i discuss anything of relevance. Unless peanuts happen to be a key issue for you. Which they are for me at the moment, but not so much the peanuts themselves but the journey they make from stringy fragile pupa to the hydrochloric ocean of my inner stomach. They reach the acid pit masticated and finally undergo the chemical reactions they were waiting for, the essential end-result that will render them available to the protein-thirsty cells of my body. They cry, cry for more peanut, and my feeble fingers cannot manipulate and crush the delicate shells fast enough to satiate them.
But as i wrote this, and abstained from inhaling more peanuts, i have realized that all my body needed was a bit of time to process all the fuel i have given it, and it is now satisfied and even a bit precariously full. Just goes to show you how an ounce of patience can win the toughest battle, be it against a spontaneous and bestial addiction to peanuts, or something else unrelated.
A nice story and a moral to go along.
Goodnight.