Metamorphosis

I can no longer stomach the idea of ramen and eggs. Previously what was a cheap and reasonably nutritious 'meal' has become merely a provocation of nausea. I wonder if it is the imminent onset of employment: a primal call to the pupa of writing in which the mucilaginous larval PhD candidate undergoes a hideous metamorphosis in to the relatively less gruesome postdoc. It appears that the drastic transformation effected during this process results in the loss of the relevant mouth parts to consume what was previously considered food.