I’ve already spent $4.50 this morning on a breakfast sandwich from Starbucks. I’ll add another $10 on traditional Friday pad Thai, to be consumed while packing/binge-watching “Grace and Frankie” on Netflix. Saturday there will be MOAR PACKING, ditto Sunday, and I think we might have reached the point where I have to stop buying groceries so I eat everything in my fridge before I move out? It’s weird and scary and I have a lot of feelings about that.