Feeling kind of faint

So yesterday all I could manage to get down was one of those hard-tack breakfast bars and some ruffles/sour cream dip. Emeril was cooking these enormous pork chops and I had to change the channel. Today the paranoia has ebbed a bit and I have had a bowl of Raisin Bran and an apple. Where is he? He locked his room, so it's probably booby-trapped against me unlocking it and going in there. Maybe I'll call Ray. No, I'm not going to call Ray. He always rambles on about all the DVDs he just bought and I'm in no mood.