so this guy I live with

 as far as I can tell he subsists mostly on frozen pizza, kraft dinner, and peanut butter and banana smoothies or whatever else he's convinced himself is his new secret "health kick"

and he has the nerve to judge me for what I eat

like okay, I can see the criticism of eating greasy fried breakfast every morning (though it's actually a carefully-balanced meal with plenty of prebiotics and nutrients)

but he is apparently concerned for my health because I eat a good portion of my meat and vegetables out of cans and canned chicken "just smells wrong"

the problem is this:

 although in theory this is exactly what I was searching for - a place to get a feed full of fic and meta and other thoughtful written pieces I can engage with - in practice when I find something on my reading page that I'm interested in and open it in a new tab I then have this feeling of "UUUUGH I WANT TO HAVE READ THIS BUT THAT WOULD MEAN READING IT"

I might be a little burned out from new job and current writing projects tbh

but I have a feeling my future self is going to appreciate my choices with this account because I am having that feel A Lot