Marcel Winatschek

Cheap Addictions

Been sick, mostly recovered now. Existing on cough drops and melon slices, sitting at the agency doing the important work—FBI, CIA, CSI level important. The usual.

I’m almost finished with this game. It went really fast. Somewhere in the middle of it I noticed something: I’m completely addicted to the worst food. Microwaved cheeseburgers from the freezer. Those cheap cereals loaded with sugar. Chocolate milk by the bottle. Dead serious, every day.

This has to stop. But I don’t want to quit—I want something else to be obsessed about instead. Something that won’t destroy me. The problem is nothing hits the same way, and I’m not sure I care enough to change anything anyway.