Daffnee

It's morning and I haven't had protein. JP ate all my eggs. And bread. Leaving me with oatmeal. I'd drink some coffee and work up some indignation, but I've come to realize that one pays for keeping boys around -- and with high blood sugar -- by sacrificing a bit of food now and again.

I've been asked a few times to turn this blog into an ode to how much I love my roommate, seeing as I don't have much to write about on my own, and there's a certain someone out there that likes to leave herself open to cyberstalking.