In a small town, there are no 3 am deliveries. I biked home imagining subs and cheese fries, realizing at the last minute that the only thing to greet me was my dog (not a chef) and a fridge full of sub-par supplies. Not even a Marie Calendar. Nor an Easy Mac. Nor a leftover pizza.
I will survive. I will make huevos rancheros with leftover black beans and pudding cups.
I wish I didn’t drink so much.