pissing and moaning about loser food

i feel like a culinary loser.

all week, i've had pizza, hot dogs, and anything else that takes little or no prep. now? i've just put a store-bought frozen lasagna in the oven. good lord. to what depths will i next sink? yeesh. (at least i had the decency to turn my nose at the pre-packaged "just heat and serve" alleged garlic toast. some things i will never do. the travesty! no. i kill my own garlic and crush it and make happy things happen. it's the "i'm single and it shows--smell my breath" freedom of stinky food.)

this does it... i need to get into work earlier on tuesday so i can zip to, oh, i dunno... any place that sells real food. even a salad would be stellar. tomorrow: greens. yes. health.

the whole descent into... urm. culinary desperation? began with the weird fact that i started to crave hot dogs after thoroughly trashing them in a post on here. i'm a hypocritical bitch. sue me. just try it. then, i made swedish meatballs, which became lunch all week, and to top it off, pizzas were on sale.

the horror! the horror! me, a self-proclaimed foodie, eating this fucking trash for day after day after day. i'm ill at the thought, but i have a headache and i'm world-class tired after a world-class concert last night and the stupid, naive, idiotic thought that i would come home at, oh, 1am and start recording my podcast on an "up" after a good gig... i had a coffee with actual caffeine in it at 12am.

i hit the sack around 3:30 or so, having accomplished nil, and woke up at 9:30 feeling hung-over, but it was just that i stupidly never took my meds till late. then, work. bah! work! bah! work sucks when one has a bad, bad headache, such as i've had all day. why did i not just sleep in? wouldn't have changed my productivity one iota.

ah, well. at, oh, say 9pm i'll finally have dinner. [said weakly]: yay.

okay. okay. that does it. i know what tomorrow holds: salad and a roasted cornish hen. then i will feel both healthy, AND like a food snob... which means i'll be half-way back to normal. at least the "snob" bit is fitting, and perhaps even the "healthy," if this week was entirely stricken from the record of my life. this quasi-lasagna will have to make do for lunches this week. some good will come of it. i swear.