Gee. You’d almost think those words were synonyms for dinner at this point. Let’s go through the hell that was tonight.
First off, I found out that the earliest I can go and be transferred to Klarman is Wednesday morning. That means I’m stuck here in the oppposite of paradise for four whole more days. Three disgustingly large meals a day. 12 more to get through. God.
Second, my dinner didn’t show up for an entire HOUR after it was scheduled to. This made me incredibly anxious and angry. Now I have to sit here for another hour or so of time I could have spent getting ready for bed or being mindless; I’m exhausted. I feel like a grandma.
I also feel so immensely frustrated that despite that my weight has gone up stupidly high, I’m still required to eat like a whale every meal. Dinner tonight was a plate of brocoli and carrot sticks, vegetarian chili, four giant pieces of turkey with mashed potatoes, ice cream, and somehow, a complete lack of anything to drink or these things called utensils so that we don’t look like cavemen. Whatever. I feel gross and I just have to embrace my grossness for a solid four more days. Hooray. Whoop-de-fucking-do. I’ll be a blimp they have to roll out of here to Klarman by then.