I managed to eat dinner at the table all of two times.
Monday: had dinner with Bryan
Tuesday: Brussels sprouts. I was going to ask if it’s weird to eat a giant bowl of Brussels sprouts for dinner, but I suspect that if I have to ask that question, the answer is yes.
Wednesday: I had a super lousy day, and I didn’t get around to eating dinner.
Thursday: I ended up eating snacks and didn’t really get around to eating an actual meal.
Friday: B. made me broccoli. Hee. I ended up eating the leftover Brussels sprouts at like, 9pm. I sat at the table, and it was boring.
- I pretty much failed at being an adult all week. The only “real” food I made was the Brussels sprouts. I didn’t bring my lunch a single day. BUT I didn’t drink any soda, so yay.
- Sitting at the table when you’re eating alone is boring.
- A gigantic bowl of Brussels sprouts is a weird (but delicious) dinner.