i was hungry hours ago. like, at 6, when it was a reasonable time to eat dinner.
but now, hours after getting sucked into a final and reading, it’s 9:45.
dinner at 9:45?
typically i’d just go to sleep and take care of this in the morning.
but i am STARVING. STAR–AR–VING. so hungry, it requires extra syllables.
this is not the time for my mother to have given up on cooking food.
also? not the time to be discovering the sheer volume of the pioneer woman’s mouth-watering recipes.
or to be watching the food network.
off to scrounge…