Today I had a beer to celebrate being invited to a party. This could be a pathetic commentary on my social life, and the fact that being invited to a party is an occasion so momentous and rare that it warrants a celebration. But instead, it is a commentary on the fact that I need a celebratory excuse to have a beer. And I was also kinda worried that the beer was going bad.

I'm pretty sure the asparagus is, at least. And probably all the other vegetables, too. You win some, you lose some. I lost an entire salad by refusing to make anything other than frozen pizzas after the exhaustion of the previous taco salad/quesadilla over-exertion earlier this week.