I think it’s safe to say I’ve been put through the ringer this week. It all started Sunday when my feisty yet lovable alley cat Cairo passed away suddenly in the early AM. That just set the tone for the week right there as multiple other misfortunes befell me – the onset of a cold, more work stress (like I’ve never been put through before) and just the general depression that surrounds this particular week every year (I’ll let you deduce what depresses me around the same time every year).
Anyway, I’m just totally feeling out of it after all that. Feeling crabby, depressed, just general feeling like shit. In times like this, sometimes the only way to ease one’s troubled soul is to drown one’s sorrows in wine and ice cream. In times like these, only a hefty red wine and a pint of Ben & Jerry’s ice cream could possibly do the trick, so that’s exactly what I had for dinner tonight:
Let’s face it, nobody makes ice cream like B&J’s. Their ice cream is absolutely unparalelled (at least in this part of the world). With a dark flavor to go with a robust red wine, that will take the sting out of even the worst torture. So what if the pint is 1,200 calories? Who’s counting anyway?
Yeah, fuck this week. Fuck life. Fuck existence. In times like this, it can just go fuck itself.