You can’t tell me not to bring my supply of non-perishables with me then proceed to not feed me.
Like I’m being facetious but seriously, I can’t not eat regularly. It’s bad for my broken brain.
I swear I need a stash of pasta so I can make some up with butter or olive oil and parmesan when they decided to not tell me they’re skipping dinner completely.
They ate all the leftovers and there’s not any of the pulled pork they made left so there’s literally nothing to eat for dinner here. And they told me I should put all the food I had for There’s Nothing to Eat type occasions in storage.
I cannot overstate how important eating regularly is for my mental stability.
The Paradox Machine 