Blog of Billy

I realized last night that I haven't been able to cook for anyone else in a really long time, and it's kind of upsetting to me. I was trying to decide what to cook for dinner, and everything that sits waiting for me in the pantry and the fridge is some goodly portion that I couldn't hope to eat by myself, even in my dispose-all mood. The bigger problem is that I still get these intensive urges to cook anyway, and there is great psychological battle between the me that just has to do things and the part of me that listens to my tattoo and wants no part of wasting food.

So off I go again to make another frozen pizza and cup of raman to tide me over until tomorrow.