~ It’s official. I’ve achieved “sad bachelor” status by eating a bowl of Jell-O for dinner.
It’s a lot harder than I remembered to actually use food before it goes bad when you’re only cooking for yourself. For instance, the raw spinach I like in wraps comes in far too large a bag to use before it turns into zombie slime. I mean, I eat a lot of wraps but not the three a day I’d have to scarf down in order to use maybe 3/4 of the bag before said zombification. I guess I’ll go back to the single bunches but they don’t always have them in stock. And the tortillas get all stale before I get to them… What’s a single person to do?
~ I’ll be the first to admit. I have no idea what the hell went on during the burlesque performance. Confused. Bash Brothers were fantastic though. Fuzz-bass is always a winner.
~ Cleaning status of the apartment: Computer moved. Desk cleared out. Undecided about next action. I really want to get rid of that damn desk. And that corner sofa thing. Hello vacant lot.