11 months into 2012

I feel like writing this, what will likely be my only post of the year with no doodly pictures attached because my deluxe birthday present scanner has been sitting unused on a desk, covered with a gaudy asian inspired paisley print cloth that was cut from some hippie sarong my old housemate was hoarding.

I have had an unyielding craving for spaghetti and meatballs for seven unbearable days now.  How am I so lazy that boiling pasta has been flagged as too complicated an event in my life?  

Carbs N Cheeze

 

I might end up eating a club sandwich from Foodland, if I can bother to drag myself out of my home at this ungodly hour of the night (8:15 or so) to face the terrible world beyond.  Probably not, though.  Maybe just peanut butter out of the jar tonight.