Meals on Wheels

Right now I'm trying to decide if I'm a procrastinator, a lazy bastard or just unmotivated.

I haven't been to the supermarket in a couple of weeks. The food stores here at the home base are completely depleted, even down to that box of Top Ramen I bought a couple years ago and saved for "emergency rations." I've got condiments galore and some plain pasta, but not much else. No meat, no greens, no pasta sauce, not even anything in the junk food department. My roommate's got her pile of Healthy Choice microwave meals that she seems to live on, but that stuff's off limits (not that I'd chow on it if I had the option).

Now, I knew the food was scarce for days. Tuesday night I hit a drive-thru. Wednesday and Thursday I got creative. I was out with some friends tonight, and knew driving home that the baked potato I had for lunch wasn't gonna sustain me much longer. I didn't make a supply run. Did I mention that there's an Albertsons within spitting distance (literally visible from my patio)?

The food situation isn't the only part of the story, but it does help me get to the next part. About an hour after I get home, right after I get comfortable for the night, the hunger hits. A headache is creeping in, a sure sign that I need to eat. After a good forty-five minutes of inner debate I decide, fuck it, I'm getting something to tide me over. I get dressed, hop into the Jetta and hit up the local Taco Bell. Half a burrito later I feel better.

So I'm sitting at my desk munching on the preprocessed gringo burrito when the second event happens: my glasses break. I'm not talking I fiddled with them and they snapped. I've got one hand on my food, the other around the book I'm reading. They literally popped of my head without any assistance. The screw holding the right lens in place is worn, and has been for weeks – every so often it wiggles its way free and shoots off into oblivion while the lens itself goes a-tumbling down. Right into my burrito.

My burrito fires sauce right into the copy of Fight Club I bought the day before last. Page 93 (which, ironically, is the part talking about Marla's Meals on Wheels scam) takes the brunt of the attack.

Meanwhile, I'm searching half-blind though dark carpeting for a jewelers' screw. Lemme tell you how fun THAT is.

I finally locate the screw (by feel alone) and start the reassembly process. The only screwdriver I own small enough for the task is in my car, used to repair my specs the last two times this happened. I ended having to use a set of tweesers to finagle the screw back.

I've been meaning to get a new pair of glasses for weeks, if not months. I've had the same pair for about six years (yeah, I know how bad that is for your eyes and I'm not happy about it either). Every weekend for the past month I've ordered myself to go take care of it, but by Sunday's end it's still not done. It's by no means a financial issue. I've got vision insurance through work and enough petty cash if I didn't for just such an occasion. I just haven't dealt with it.

This sloth only pops up with personal stuff. Basic maintenance and upkeep stuff. Things I need to do for my own sake.

Mental Note: Do not continue to tempt fate.