Don't let me down, Howie...

    I’m letting Howie cook for me tonight! I’m nervous because I haven’t let him cook for me in months and months! The last time, my salad was less than subpar. It was absolute trash. How do you fuck up a salad? For real though. It’s mind boggling. For being a Hungry, Howie you’d think he’d know how to whip together some grub! 

 

    Okay, Hungry Howie(s)- I’m coming for you.

 

    Asiago chicken salad and because i’m feeling a little froggy, I’m going to do a BBQ Hawaiian flatbread. (Reassurance in case the salad is a bust!)

 

    All joking aside, I didn’t want to cook tonight, I just don’t have it in me! I am being brutally honest with myself. Today is not my day. I am so freakin’ tired! I got like 4 minutes of sleep, my left eye is slightly smaller than my right and I have this twitch that just wont go away. 

 

    I feel this rope dangling in front of me and the closer I get to grabbing it and climbing up and getting shit done. My hands suddenly feel like they’re coated in coconut oil. 

 

    I just can’t get a grasp on the damn day! 

 

    So I’m off to eat the food that was just delivered to me and then I think I might spend the rest of the day rotting in front of the television playing video games.

 

    That’s right, I’m that bitch today!

 

XOXO