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Dear Keet's Depression:
We've known each other since forever, and I'd like to think that we have a certain... mutual respect.
If you don't let me be interested enough in food to eat lunch, my blood sugar will crash and we'll end up asleep or catatonic or worse. (Yes, I know you can come up with worse.) This may sound acceptable, but consider: You can't fill me with existential dread at me if I'm unconscious.
Please stop wreaking havoc with my hunger signals.
Yours *sigh* Forever,
Keet
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@ElectricKeet Oh, pony. *pettin's*
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@orrery I have managed to get some lunch in me, but it took way more effort than it should have. Fortunately, it helped immensely that there were tasty leftovers in the fridge from something you cooked. *kiss* Thank you, again and always.
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@ElectricKeet Tonight's plan is mac'n'cheese with grilled artichokes and olives if that works with you, by the way. And tomorrow we'll do the enchiladas.
I like cooking for my pony (and my bunny and the woozl)!