While you think of how to respond, I'll show you what I'm having.
Thats right,
THIS again!
I'm noticing a trend in my cooking. It tends to go
Monday, chips and shit (usually fish)
Tuesday, snoop (that soup up there, it's called snoop for reasons I cannot be arsed to explain neither would you understand so it's best left there OK?)
Wednesday, chicken burgers (or gammon, or some sort of meat)
Thursday, MEATBALLS!
Friday, drugs
Saturday, curry
Sunday, sunday dinner
Which I never intended to happen. I like to think of myself as a bit out there, a bit random, a bit WHOA! didn't expect that fucker ya! but I'm noticing a very routine, mundane existence coming into my being, highlighted by the shocking regularity of my meals. Soon it'll be fish night, meatball night, stuff like that. FFS it nearly is that already. I need to sort this out and do something crazy.
You know what, I'm going to. I'm going to go mental and just throw caution to the wind and have meatballs on a Monday night next week. YEAH! Totally out of the blue like. The mrs aint gonna know what hit her but I guarantee she'll love this erratic and unpredictable new me