i'm all set for dinner tuesday, but who's got my back on wednesday?

WOW it's been a week. my bad on that. times are busy these days. monday and friday nights are the only off nights i have...but most fridays i am traveling. tonight is monday night. i am at home. alone. what could i be doing with my free time? really, i could be doing anything. considering that tuesday nights are for softball, wednesday nights for truck stop practice and thursdays for kickball, what, honestly could i be doing?

the answer is boring because it's nothing.

the other factor going into today is that the doctor is out of town for the week. i'll only see her on friday. so you might be thinking that you will see me out and about this week or even tonight since i have nothing to do. i thought about calling various people, walking to new and different places and trying new things. but not really because i haven't seen people in a while. not because i want to explore new places and environments. but for one reason and one reason only:

who the fuck is going to make me dinner?

that is the question i have been trying to answer since i walked into an empty apartment sunday night at 10:30. let's look at the variety of options i considered tonight:

1. going to a bar/restaurant by myself
2. getting a ride home with a co worker who was going by Wendy's on the way home (had that last night for dinner...ate a crispy chicken sandwich, buffalo chicken sandwich, jr. bacon cheeseburger, small fry, frosty and 5 piece nugget). healthy.
3. call chaz. he's always doing something fun and exciting, plus he could talk someone into making us dinner.
4. realized that melissa is out of town so no way she would pity me and make me dinner.
5. consider cooking for myself. i event went to 2 grocery stores, but the lines were rediculous, so i bailed on that plan.
6. order take out.

in the end, though i didn't want to, i ordered from luigi's. how pathetic is this? the doctor always says she worries about what i eat when she is not around and i tell her i'm a grown ass man (thanks chaz) and that i'm fine on my own. how do i prove it on the first opportunity since we moved in together? i went through 6 steps of patheticness and settled on chicken parm.

in the end, i was pretty happy about it. i just wish i could cook better. or that the lines were not so crazy at the super markets. or that they made mac & cheese with chicken, peppers and onions all mixed together on some take out shelf somewhere in this city....because that's what i used to survive on.