Friday, December 7, 2012
This is not my breakfast today.
That feeling when it's the middle of the night and you think you have no food in your house because you just got back from a long trip and haven't gone to the grocer's yet.
The feeling when you realize you accidentally brought home foodstuff to cook in with rice and are not, in fact, completely fucked.
I eagerly await the next 20 minutes.
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