Tuesday

I don't have anything to say anymore because:

1. I've made a conscientious effort to not be drunk by 4:30pm on a weekday.

2. I haven't been to The 99¢ Store in a while.

3. I'm no longer depressed.

4. I got what I wanted.

The other night I took a (digital) photo of myself "possibly doing drugs." What I was actually doing was totally legal. I'd put it here because I like it, but my mother would be proud to know that I have some sense of decency.

Instead here are my great masterpieces from Saturday - WINK WINK.















Know what's good at Trader Joe's? Those little packs of fully cooked steaks that you can just blitz in the kitchen radiation machine and voilà! Flatbread steak sandwich! Genius!

Know what's not good? Trying to cut a well-done steak with plastic cutlery because I am too poor/absentminded to purchase actual silverware. That's what I'll get at The 99¢ Store! Surely such an endeavor will take me on some hapless adventure!

I live a meager existence. This weekend I am finally acquiring seating for my apartment, courtesy of my poor mother who I am sure is reading this and shaking her head in distress.

Hi mom!