I'm starving hungry.And my 'fridge is full.
Yet I don't trust anything that's in there. Even the contents of my freezer, for that matter, I look upon with suspicious eyes.
It's not that I have trust issues. Normally, I don't.
It's just that my refrigerator appears to not be working properly. My ice cubes are soft, and my milk turned lumpy. :-(
I'm sorta scared to open the door. I don't want to throw things out yet because I haven't quite accepted the fact that tons of money will be lost in this exchange. Everything must dive into the trashcan, and it ought to happen soon.
I haven't called my landlord yet because I don't want the repair dude coming in when I'm sitting in grad class, and so I've been trying to wait it out until my last class finishes this coming Tuesday.
I haven't been eating much in the last two weeks or so. It's doing great things for my figure but awful things for my emotions. And when someone takes me out to eat, as a nice gentleman did last night, I find myself in utter thankfulness. I'm thankful not only because my 'fridge is broken, but so is my wallet. With settlement on the house happening in just 11 days, my spending freeze is certainly colder and harder than my ice cubes.
