well...

Have you ever looked down into your shopping cart and realized you have nothing that qualifies as a food group?
Friday, after a long shift at the oyster bar, I went to market. I had pretzles, wine and tabloids...everything necessary for my friday night as a recluse...but no real food...I grabbed some chicken just for show.
Since transitioning from student to full-time server to post-grad to full-time server again, I feel like my quality of life has decreased somewhat. Part of it is age, but after dealing with people and all of their passive agressive bs that they agress at me over a plate of substandard casino grub-I just have no patience left over for a personal life.
oh well...