Brain: Lunched with BK. I like filling my Friday lunch slot with pals. And Trav's. Again a workday of a big variety of fun tasks: NSS is just the bestest. Eve silence, reading with pets and wondering where the hubs was, but feeling like a sullen teen who wasn't going to ask if he couldn't be bothered to tell me.
After work I hit the Grain Bin for some junk food & stuffs, and I discovered the rolls I was eating a couple weeks ago have DAIRY, ingredients #2 & #3. WTF! WRONG ROLLS. That explains the massive acne I blamed on my fake ice cream. I guess I should have remembered the color and SLIGHT name difference between the rolls I can eat safely and the one that made me hate my face/self/life for two weeks, but I hadn't bought them in many many months, and they had only ever even carried the one version at GB.
I hate food sensitivities. They completely fucking suck balls.
|What I bought and made me hate everything.|
|What I can eat, and GB used to stock, and made my days happy.|