Help me.
Right now, I am not hungry. I am not even nearly near wanting any sort of food substance to be chewed and swallowed as a slimy, biomatter mass. I do not want to have outside decomposing food stuffs, inside of me at this moment. Before I can go downstairs again, I have to make disappear:
-One obscenely large bowl of salad with corn kernels, lettuce, capers, pickles, artichoke hearts, olives, cheeses, crutons, and leftover chicken (from how long ago I don't recall).
-One large plate half smothered in a mountain of over cooked, leftover then microwaved potato quarters, and a undercooked, clucking, salmonella inspired side of chicken breast with skin.
On top of all this, the meal is probably covered in bugspray or some other chemical purposefully placed to poison me.
If I were making my own meal, tonight it would have ended up in a bowl of Cambels chicken noodle soup at eleven o'clock.
And I still don't know what to do with all this food.
-One obscenely large bowl of salad with corn kernels, lettuce, capers, pickles, artichoke hearts, olives, cheeses, crutons, and leftover chicken (from how long ago I don't recall).
-One large plate half smothered in a mountain of over cooked, leftover then microwaved potato quarters, and a undercooked, clucking, salmonella inspired side of chicken breast with skin.
On top of all this, the meal is probably covered in bugspray or some other chemical purposefully placed to poison me.
If I were making my own meal, tonight it would have ended up in a bowl of Cambels chicken noodle soup at eleven o'clock.
And I still don't know what to do with all this food.