So, look, I'm a pretty good hand in the kitchen. I've cooked for a living before, I like to eat, it's all good. But hanging out with just my dad has this. Depressive effect. I ate an English muffin this morning, I played some Culdcept Saga (FYOU), I watched American Psycho and it's been nearly 12 hours since my last meal. And I'm starving, but I have no desire to cook. I'm just so hungry, and yet so feckless.