As days pass, I stare at my sustenance in repulsion. I am hungry, hungry to annihilate it. It starts looking less like food from days past and more like objects of revulsion.

I fucking hate the feeling of voluntarily inserting physical objects down my throat; it disgusts me. I like the way food looks, smells, and even feels in my mouth as I chew it to pieces. But, honest to god, I loathe the act of swallowing. My esophagus feels like a vacuum, a vacuum that shuts tight my throat as if I hang by a rope. It's abhorrent and repulsive.

I look forward to gradually shifting my intake from physical food to mineral shots, which, apparently, exist. And although these too I must swallow, it will only be one swallow compared to the throat gesticulations that I engage in whilst absorbing normal food.

This will increase my productivity from the average human by 0%, and bitch, I'm ready.