I hate cooking.
Especially when it's almost one in the morning, and I haven't even been awake long enough to want anything resembling lunch. Much less dinner.
FML.
Also,Drag.
Usually I don't mind so much. But waking up to see that it's already dark outside has put me in a more-irritable-than-usual mood.
That, and finding all the pans stacked up in a manner that prevented me from getting them down without injury or a chair, hearing the dishwasher on even though none of the dirty dishes were actually put into it, and about a million other things.
I think I better migrate to my bed before I collapse and breaker something.
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The thought process of Ivolt
-remove pants
-wait, you're hungry
-place pants back on
-leave house
-what are you eating?
-no idea
-re-enter house, remove pants
-how bout you get pizza?
-place pants back on go to store
-walk home
-indulge