It's cold and damp outside, 80s Saturday morning cartoons playing across the youtube and right now I want my mom's runny fried egg over rice and spam chunks....I almost wanna ride to the store for spam, but I know it won't be the same....As bad a cook as my mother was, she did this well and I have yet to do it myself. Like I don't want to ruin the memory.
Plus it's cold af and I'm not getting dressed this early.