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I was showing a friend some pictures of my Cool Condo from my trip last week. I showed him a picture of the full-sized kitchen, and he said, "I don't expect you needed that, did you?"

"Well," I said defensively, "I used the refrigerator to store my water."

I am home now, and my kitchen looks much like the condo's kitchen. Fairly empty. I can't even remember the last time I visited the grocery store -- not a good sign!

My refrigerator echos when I close it. I've even run out of Propel water and Diet Coke. (Forced to drink actual water -- oh the humanity!) I still have some cans of SlimFast, and pickles. (Yum!) But don't worry: I don't eat them together.

This was my excuse for why I visited Burger King and had a Whopper (no onions, half a bun) for dinner last night. I try to avoid fast food, but every now and then I get a craving. It was yummy.

I don't cook. Not really. I did make a meal-in-a-box thing over the weekend, and stretched that out for 4 meals, which was nice. So I don't need to buy ingredients or anything -- but I like having some food around the house anyway. Breakfast/snack bar things, cereal, lean pockets, frozen meals, propel, diet coke, cottage cheese, ice cream, chocolate, that sorta thing.

I also like having leftovers in my fridge. I love leftovers! Generally I'll go out with friends a couple of nights a week, then feast on leftovers the rest of the time.

I remember once a few years ago, I was looking in my fridge and wishing I had some leftovers. Then I thought, "Wait, I can buy leftovers!" So I went to Boston Market and bought a family-sized meal. Is that weird? I had leftovers from that for a long time. It was great.

So what I'm saying here is: I think I need to go to the grocery store. Don't know when I'll find time to actually do so, but hopefully it'll be somewhat soon.