So I finished mega early today, because I've seen all my patients. Remember all those dictations I was saying I had to do? Yeah, well I did them, so I don't have to do any more today, therefore... I'VE FINISHED WORK BEFORE 7:30. It's a freaking miracle.
Anyway, I come home and I realise that I'm famished and I look in the fridge and find it looking like:
This This is worrying because I haven't eaten all day and there's only one egg in that packet and I don't want omlette with beans and corn with salad dressing. If you're wondering what's in that container, it's what's left of a dinner my brother brought when he was around and abouts in this sort of area.
So I decided something had to be done, and so, shopping ensued. God, I haven't been shopping since the day after I got here, which was almost two weeks ago, now.
The result of my efforts was:
This (As well as some other salty stuff like bread and milk and ham and rice and fish and instant noodles. I CAN COOK. My little brother who bought me the dinner taught me: he's a chef.)
I am relatively relaxed at the minute and I'm up for a drink 'cos I don't have to be in at work until about 12 pm tomorrow, is anyone interested?