Chocolate nightmares, ginger immersion

Little sleep. Nightmares about chocolate. Lent. Wandering around the kitchen, not hungry, looking for something that I do not have. (This year, no dining hall, no ever-present temptation.) Ginger ice cream is sweet and tangy, but no substitute. Ice cream, soap, tea, lotion: ginger everywhere. Also, food. Contributes to the synesthesia of sleep deprivation: I smell it, taste it, feel it. Now, having slept 13 hours, the feeling of disembodiment has faded away.

This post's theme half of the population: women. It's "Women's Week" at Harvard. Later this week, I'm attending a conference for computer science women.