Or I would decide I should have lunch, and then I would think, but I'd have to get the food out and put it on a plate and cut it up and chew it and swallow it, and it felt to me like the Stations of the Cross.
Ou decidia almoçar, e aí pensava em ter que pegar a comida, colocá-la no prato, cortá-la, mastigá-la e engoli-la. e me sentia em uma Via Crucis.