this morning #736.

this morning, nothing in my fridge felt right for the occasion. what sort of meal do you serve to a woman who you knew briefly years ago, ran into out at a bar last night & slept with against your better judgment? i felt like i needed to at least bust out a waffle maker or whip up a fluffy stack of pancakes. unfortunately, my ex took the waffle maker in the split & i’m not the sort of guy who has baking powder or flour or any of that junk just laying around the apartment. she looked like a cereal girl but, if my instincts were wrong, coffee & fruit would just have to do. i don’t know what i was so worried about in the first place. if i have my way, after today, it will be the last breakfast we share.