Migraine day 3. Once again Shane suggested takeout, but I started to stress out over the menu choices. And then I started to stress out about all of the non-recyclable food containers. Ugh, the plastic forks that will never get used, which they send regardless of how many times I ask for no plastic forks. And the f*#@ing styrofoam, and the plastic bags…
With all that in mind, cooking in a drugged-out-on-migraine-medicine state, seemed like a better idea than ordering takeout. Plus, I can basically make beans, rice, quesadillas and salad in my sleep.
Oh no! I wish i was there to help.