I think I'm officially nearing the lower fringe of reasonable foodlessness in my apartment. Today I had the last of the perogies; four oil soaked little bellies full of some potato mush, sautee'd with raisins and some red onion. I also had some oatmeal and two more Eggos, leaving what is either one thick one or two overly dependent individual ones. The atmospheric pressures of a long stint in the freezer has left them in a bind. That was a giant box of Eggos and it being nearly gone leaves me both relieved and nervous about the Eggos being nearly gone. There is also about a glass of milk left, which I have been rationing just for coffee and to fluff up some eggs, but the eggs were gone yesterday, and the coffee, well the last of the coffee's just been brewed.
I don't think there's a pandemic coming. I'm not worried about Swine Flu, or Mexican Flue, or Girl Cudies. As I ate my overwhelmingly beige breakfast I watched this bald guy on one of the Sunday news programs. He's an epidoma...epidepo.....erpaderpa....memeolo....epidermatologist....... science guy. He says the Swine Flu is like every other flu, and that we should wash our hands. I think thats outrageous. He also may be Professor X, or Captain Picard, so I am inclined to believe him. What I am worried about is the localized famine I may soon be experiencing. My roommat
e eats out a lot, so he's basically covered. I still have pasta, but not much, and rice, but not much. I still have a little bit of spaghetti sauce, about a cup of frozen peas, and also some salad dressing which I'm not sure what to do with. I cook a lot, but I like to cook for other people. I let my pantry empty because eating isn't that big a deal to me, and I refuse to have a hypertension about what goes into my body. I know what I need and I throw it in the shortest route I know, through my mouth hole. But what happens when the mouth-hole supply runs dry????
