Hunger

All I can think about today is food.  (steak)  I am not sure why I'm so freakin' hungry, but I am.  (spaghetti)  Or at least I think I'm hungry.  (sushi)  I could seriously go raid the work fridge right now and just chow down. (smashed potatoes)  Except that a.) none of the food in there is mine and b.) most of it no longer resembles food.  (chili)  Although at this point, the lack of edibility isn't really a strong deterrent.  (nachos)

Every once in awhile I have a day like this.  (froot loops)  It's hard to not just graze throughout the day.  (jimmy john's italian night club samich)  Part of me thinks that it's okay to have a pig-out day every once so often.  (toasted ravioli)  Just so long as I don't let it become a regular habit.  (waffles)  Hence the conundrum: define "regular."  (pasta house salad)  Is once a month okay? (pizza rolls)  Is bi-monthly acceptable? (my mother-in-law's cheesy potato casserole)

Zozer and I have to run an errand after work/school.  (lasagna)  M is at home tossing mulch.  (ramen noodles)  This means that not only will dinner be late, I actually have to be the one to cook it.  (meat balls)  As you well know, I do not cook.  (rare ahi tuna)  I'm more of a heater.  (soft pretzel)  And even then, I don't do well when I have to heat multiple things.  (buffalo wings)  The stress of ensuring everything is done at the same time is too much.  (moo goo gai pan)  This is why I am fond of one-pot meals.  (french onion soup)  And dining out.  (imo's pizza) (or dewey's pizza)  (or racanelli's pizza)  (omg pizza)

Sigh. (cheese) And it's hours until dinner.  (pickles!)