Splendiferous Conventionality

that title was an infiltration by the aforementioned spouse... i thought it was cute and sweet... and so i shall leave it. as if it matters to anyone else, but it might be mentioned that i have had this particular blog page open with intention to write for more than four days now... it seems as if i do not have the time, but more often than not, the energy to sit and actually think. although i could do a brain dump and just type what comes to mind and hope it is neither too offensive, pointless, or out-there... ehh... will see how this progresses i guess.  i actually do not have time now, i need to clean the kitchen and pick up this room. i don't have to per se as no one is home but me and the critters... but it should be the perfect time to do it, right?

In case you were curious; yes, indeed, this does suck. I should elaborate or clarify that every waking moment doesn't suck-- but many (and sometimes, most) of them do. Chicken pot pie. A perfect meal for an individual. A. Uh. One. Not intended for sharing. Actually, I don't know if I've consistently ever eaten alone.... I tried to reflect on the time spent in my tiny one bedroom duplex that sheltered me after a major upset and I don't think I really ate much. If I did, I am sure it was very tiny and enough to sustain. Unless I am with good company, I find eating to be a chore. Do not take this moment to make judgments about my size- that is not the only reason I am thin. "God made me this way" as well. Not only that, but both of my birth parents are slender people. I don't mind the actual act of eating when the food is tasty, the right temperature, affordable priced, and good company to wash it down with... but minus any of those things and it just feel