I've been wanting chicken quesadillas for days, and finally finally finally I got up enough energy to go to the store for the ingredients. That's a very difficult task on its own. Gotta get dressed. Drive there. Shop! But I did it!
I dressed cute but comfy and low effort. I drove all the way to the store. Shopped. Got some Starbucks as a fun reward. Barely had any guilt about spending money, and bought only the stuff on my list! Healthy stuff!
Brought it home. Unloaded it all. Appreciated how nice my fridge looks when it's full of healthy food.
And then I realized that I don't have enough energy to cook. I went to all the effort of buying the ingredients that I don't have anything left in me. Why. Why am I like this.
My quesadilla ingredients are sitting. Alone. In my fridge. Wanting to be cooked. I want them to be cooked. But the thought of standing. And cooking. Is so much. I cannot do it. But I want my quesadillas :( But I need to wash dishes. Need to cook. Can't wash dishes. Can't cook. Can't even stand. What the fuck is this bullshit.
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