My head hurts, and I feel muddy. Dinner is in the oven, it’s taken a bit longer because I burned myself and paid more attention to trying to not hurt than to getting dinner done. Oh well, it’ll be ready in twenty minutes, and if I hear any complaints about that, I will probably go mental and start throwing things.
Have I mentioned that I absolutely despise cooking? I find no enjoyment in a well-prepared meal that I have created, I find no satisfaction in making a dinner that I will enjoy. I hate it. I can only cook like three different types of meals anyhow. Pasta, Chicken, and frozen microwaveable entrees. It’s not like home-cooked meals are anything wonderful and special around here. There is no love going into a meal I have made. There is generally a lot of frustration and anger, though…. I would recommend not bothering me if I’m in the kitchen, unless you intend to take over completely from whatever I’m doing.
Last time I had a part that Gilgamesh came to, he cooked for me. I need my own pet Gilgamesh to keep in the kitchen and pull out whenever I need food. Haven’t they perfected that cloning thing yet?