so...damn...hungry
For someone who enjoys eating so much, I sure don't do it often enough. I have absolutely no worthwhile food in my house. (And no room in my fridge. Go figure that one out. I suppose getting rid of the eight dozen Easter eggs that date back to '05 might free up some space.) I would kill for one of those new ham and swiss sandwiches from Wendy's. And a frosty. But no. The genius that was supposed to be working this afternoon so that I might procure said sandwich called in again. Oh, how I wish I could fire him. So now I am stuck here all by myself with no access to food that I can actually afford. Damn it all.