Bottomlesspititis

I have a disease, I think. I contracted it while on vacation, I think, in a contaminated ice cream cone (giant waffle cone). Or perhaps the virus was burried in the dried beef and olive dip smeared on Triscuits. Whatever the source, I seem to have fallen victim to Bottomlesspititis, disease where one becomes a fountain of hunger with no real satisfaction gained from normal sustinance. It is a horrid disease, and I think the cure is to either eat until one pukes, or to fast for a day or seven. Both cures sound unpleasant.

I'm hungry.