It's 1 am
And I'm eating scrambled eggs doused in salsa and drinking a screwdriver. It seems to me that no matter how normal I can pretend to be in all other aspects, my strange eating habits will give me away. I don't really have that concept of a 'regular' meal, and sort of eat anything I feel like eating, whenever I want, with whatever else I want. If that means tuna and applesause, or noodles and toast, or rice with salsa, then that's what I eat.
It's another one of those many, many things that make me unique. I suppose I'm glad of it.
And it keeps my options open when the only things to consume in my whole apartment are eggs and orange juice.
And vodka, of course. Thanks, Fuller. -) Oishii, na!
It's another one of those many, many things that make me unique. I suppose I'm glad of it.
And it keeps my options open when the only things to consume in my whole apartment are eggs and orange juice.
And vodka, of course. Thanks, Fuller. -) Oishii, na!