food

Working for living: now, this weekend, and maybe in the future.

The one where she doesn’t want to wear pants, and you can’t make her, and also, FedEx sucks a bag of dicks.

I’ve survived a week alone. When I left work last night, I told StressedRPh that I was going to stop at the grocery store near the house to pick up some stuff for next week’s lunches and dinners. I declared I was going to stop at Wendy’s to get dinner, because I survived, and I…