I know, but in the kitchen. Really. There’s sanitary issues.

You didn’t mention the fact that the exterior makes it look like it’s the building of a roofing company or used car dealership or something.

Also, when you said no electricity, I thought you meant it was just disconnected. You did not. What the fuck?

You expect me to go all the way to the kitchen for a beer?

Thanks so much, I’m sorry you’re dealing with something similar. The only Ensure I drink is vanilla because you only have two options when you buy in bulk at Sam’s club is vanilla and chocolate and I don’t consume chocolate. There’s a John Oliver episode about the reason why on YouTube you can watch if you also never want to have chocolate again. I’ve told my chocolate-loving wife that she probably should remain ignorant of why herself. (It’s nothing that would make the chocolate itself physically disgusting, it’s an ethical issue.)

But that’s way too political for this post.

I dry heave pretty much every morning as if it were morning sickness. (More here if you’re curious, but please respect my wishes in that thread.)

If “please let this end quickly” is zen, I don’t like zen.

I choose to drink and choose to be no fun.