Orange you Glad?

I wake up at 3 in the morning and eat oranges in my kitchen. Standing against the counter I think of the scene in Rosemary's Baby when she is eating chicken livers, or some disgusting red meat.

She sees her reflection in the silver toaster and gets a little grossed out. My toaster is white and eating an orange does not look quite as desperate through a white toaster. This my 5th orange in 24 hours. I don't know why I get these orange urges. I really don't know why I write about it.