Yesterday, the cat had beef and beef-liver stew, in bouillon, with “a medley” of vegetables, parsley, and oregano. Seriously, looking at the ingredient list on that can, I would have sworn it was human food.
Yesterday I had hot dogs.
I mean, don’t get me wrong, I think I had the better deal (if nothing else, dinner was made, which was a really nice feeling right about last night). I’m just amused by the fact that I think my pets eat more healthily than I do. It comes from not having thumbs or wallets, I think.
In possibly thematically related news, I have figured out why I hate going to the gym when the gym employees are around. It’s like clothes shopping. Except the clerks really are looking at you and thinking about what needs to get fixed about your body, and you knew that going in, and you (quite likely) paid money to go there and… agh. Body image issues, how unsurprising to see you.
(Going when staff is not around is much easier. I do not think it is ultimately as productive, though.)
Not much more to say, really. I’m making a concerted effort to work through my reading list. (That goodreads widget down there? That is not a complete list of what I have on the go.)