I need to sort my temper out

I need to get my temper under control. That, or somehow justify to myself and the law the beating of children to satisfy a parental urge for control.

I think I am probably getting hungry without being able to tell, actually, because there's a lump in my abdomen the size of a cantaloupe - well, a small one - and I feel full all the time.

I guess it's time to make up snacks and set alarms so that I eat them.