Well, well, well, if it isn’t time to wash the dishes… Again! Lort, it’s like it never ends—no matter what, you need to clean the kitchen. It doesn’t even matter if you got take out that day, somehow you still need to clean the kitchen. Is this part of adulthood? Is this what the millennials are cringefully calling «adulting?» Why does it take at least 30 minutes and all of your pots and pans to create a meal that you eat in less than five minutes?! Why can’t my kitchen feel like I’m being served at a restaurant? I know, I know. I’m poor. You can’t even say «date a chef!» because then I would still probably end up doing the dishes. 

And yet, the kitchen is always where everyone hangs out. Why is that? Is it because the food is there? But it’s so tiny, why are we all squeezed in there socializing instead of bringing the food into the dinning room where there is a table and chairs? The human mind is complex, let’s just meme about it…