So yeah. Since about mid-december of last year, my fridge has kind of been a wasteland. There’s stuff in there of unknown age and freshness, a package of bacon that was half-consumed at some point, elderly lettuce that may have never been opened, eggs of unknown vintage.
Every time I came home from a trip, I’d just sort of look at all this stuff and think “ugh I don’t know if this is any good and I don’t want to try to figure that out because I have no energy” and then I’d either go get pizza or grab some cheap pasta, because these things are just so simple.
I mean, I also had no energy because winter. Travel to New Orleans for a couple weeks, come back in the dead of winter, feel drained. Go to San Francisco for a long weekend for Further Confusion, come back with some serious con crud that might have been pneumonia. Plus it’s still winter. No energy. And just as I’m starting to recover from that, I went down to New Orleans for Wizard World.
And when I’d go to the store while I was back in Seattle, I’d be like “I dunno if what I have in the fridge is good or not and I don’t wanna waste it”. And then I’d never check on the age of that stuff and the cycle just continued.
Well, fuck it. I’m home again, and I won’t be traveling until the middle of May. It’s time to cut my losses and just empty all this ambiguity out of my fridge, and start actually putting some furshlugginer protein into my regular diet again. “Empty fridge” is at the top of my to-do list for today, followed by “Rita” and “triage phone messages”, because I have a bunch piled up that need to at least have the notification cleared on my phone.
HI IM A GROWN UPPE oh god fml
(Next week: START DRAGGING MYSELF TO YOGA AGAIN and unkink my damn spine. Same thing: I’d come back and be all “oh god I’m pooped and besides I’ll just be leaving in a week anyway”… for a couple months in a row.)