I need to start eating more supper, or something. For the past I-don't-know-how-many nights I've been waking up in between 4 and 6am (getting earlier each night) absolutely ravenous. Since these days ravenous quickly proceeds to nauseous, I've hauled myself out of bed and come downstairs for a quick bowl of oatmeal or something. Tonight (this morning?) when I woke up I tried to convince myself that this had just become habit: that I wasn't hungry and should just go back to sleep. I gave up when my stomach growled loudly enough to startle Cleo. This is, quite frankly, ridiculous.