Odd? Who, me?

This might sound strange to you - and I say that because I got "man, you is fucked up" looks every time I've said it in the past - but I think life would be so much better if I could survive without sleep or food. I'll take an i.v. over a meal any day. I fucking *hate* food. Why? Just look what it's done to my poor body! And it kills me to go to bed... I'm unattached, no kids and I don't have a job and there's *still* not enough time in the day to do all the things I want to do. The irony of this statement? I've been fat and lazy since the womb. The irony of that statement? If I had better sleeping patterns and eating habits, I wouldn't be so fat and lazy, now would I? Oh, well. Whatchagonnado? ;-)