Why Am I So Retarded?

I got home kind of late from my sewing lesson today. Since I run to Gramercy Park right after work, I don't have a chance to grab anything to eat.

So, I look in the fridge and don't really find anything to eat. I'm kind of tired and kind of really lazy and decide to make Cup-O-Noodles.

Yes, I know how bad they are for you. I know how they don't taste very good. I know that I can cook. Yet, I feel compeled to make one of these salt bricks and consume it.

It's not like it tastes good. Yet I slurp the "shrimp" flavored noodles down regardless. What compels me to do it? Why do I subjigate my body to such things?

I'm such an idiot.