My gaze drifted across the living room, my stomach rumbling.  Honestly I couldn't remember the last time I ate.  At the same time, I didn't care.  Was getting up to eat worth missing a few minutes of [i]Gilmore Girls[/i]?  I wasn't sure.  Did I want to find out?  Hunger gnawed at my stomach, creating rippling pains within my abdomen.

"I need to go eat!" I shouted confidently, though no one was home but me and my dog.  Where did he run off to?  I hadn't seen him in a while.  When was the last time I fed him?  I hoped my dog was okay as I pushed myself up and shuffled over to the kitchen.

There it was, my pearly white refrigerator.  I went to the store the previous day, so I was sure there would be something to eat.  I moved to open the fridge, but something stopped me.

I looked down.  My dog was jumping onto the fridge, his paws touching the cool surface.  He looked happy- or, was it hungry?- as he eyed me and the refrigerator.  He was hungry, but so was I.  I needed that food.

"Move Mojito!"