boydinners all the way down (and a bento)

True facts: I generally don’t cook for myself. When I cook for two, I will eat it and enjoy it. But I don’t bother when it’s just me. So these past few days I have been happily scarfing down trash like a literal raccoon. Lowest effort possible. For dinner last night, I had: half a hamburger bun (for some reason there was only half a bun in the bag) with a sliced hot dog on top, and the few remaining scraps of rotisserie chicken. In fact, I ate the chicken while waiting for the hamburger bun to toast.

And then I had strawberries for dessert because I ordered strawberries in last Thursday’s grocery load and it’s now my sole responsibility to eat them all before they go bad.

Today I went to the office again and packed a sack lunch, which is a curious combination of effort and no-effort. I stopped bothering with sack lunches quite some time before covid. (It helped there was a soup-and-sandwich shop right down the block.) But food in the fridge needs eating. So, my lunch: buttered pasta with shredded mozzarella and hot dogs dumped on top. I don’t even particularly like hot dogs, but they’re from the previous grocery load and are getting kinda sus by now.

Today’s goodie bag:

(1)   Pink grapefruit ice

(2)   Winter cranberry ice

(3)   Chicken Caesar wrap from the sandwich shop

(4)   Phone charger with the extra-long cord 

At 2:20, I got a text: “I don’t need beverage goodies any more btw. Other types of goodies would be better.”

“Well too bad!!” I said.

“Oh.”