Mmmm, ever since the smoking stopped, the cravings have been getting stronger.
I spend my nights binging on olives, tortilla chips, anything sweet.
And I’m using my weekends to reorganize junk I’ll never use but still taking up valuable real estate in my <400 sf apartment (with 11-ft ceilings, mind you—this place is awkward, like that cute guy in the library catching you wiping your ever-runny nose on your shirtsleeve awkward).