#pagingdrstrider

Mom no. Headaches are no bueno.

Howdy ma.

Well, just for you probably, but you aren't really used to have to make yourself food and fend for yourself, but ever since Dirk sort of started to roll downhill, you had to try and make yourself something that wasn't cold canned things. 

Unfortunately, all your attempts at making something ended up in a steaming pile of bleugh, so you just grabbed a bag of pistachios and plopped yourself onto a couch, eating them and pelting the shells at Dirk's stupid fucking dog.