andrew

Andrew will be happy to know that I made it to the grocery store. When he's away for extended periods of time, he worries that I'll go hungry, and for good reason. I start eating whatever's in the refrigerator, and skip meals, and get lost in projects, and never go to the grocery store, and stay up too late, and survive on grilled cheese sandwiches and old wasabi peas, stuff like that.

He even made sure to point out two frozen dinners in the freezer before he left this time. I told him I wouldn't get so desperate as to eat a frozen dinner. I ate them both last week. They were delicious. Then I ran out of bread this week, and it was either eat sliced cheddar cheese by itself for dinner or go to the grocery store. I went to the grocery store.