Once Again, Trying To Be Good Proves to Be a Bad Idea

I really need to get groceries. Which, actually, shouldn't really be all that much of a problem. The grocery store is very nearly on my way home from work, and next week I'll actually be walking home at an hour when the store is still open, so I can stop and pick up a few essentials. I'm damned annoyed at the state of my larder tonight, though.

See, I was going to make some nice lemon-pepper chicken for dinner. Except it turned out I had one chicken breast left, and it was all freezer burned. Damn, no chicken. And not a whole lot of anything else, either, except for a few Hot Pockets that a) weren't looking very appetizing, and b) I wanted to save to take to work. I thought about ordering a pizza, but, you know, I'm trying to eat a little better, and pizzas are absolutely full of fat. Plus, delivery people have a hard time finding my house. So I started looking through the pantry and thinking, hmm, what can I make?, when an answer hit me: waffles! Well, OK, I didn't have any eggs, but the recipe said eggs were optional, so, hey! I mixed up some batter and hauled out the ol' waffle iron, which I hadn't used in years, and got set to go... Except I neglected to grease the waffle iron. And then I overcooked the waffles. I literally had to pry the damned thing open, sending burnt waffle shrapnel everywhere. So much for waffles.

So I called Pizza Hut, and told them to bring me pizza. And hot wings. And breadsticks. And soda. And I am going to PIG OUT. Because all trying to eat better seems to be getting me at the moment is really pissed off.