I'll attempt to chronologue my daily dinner plans.
1:00pm: Check refrigerator; See food, but nothing I'd actually want to eat.
2:45pm: Check refrigerator again, knowing fully well the results of the last check, yet with a thin ray of hope that perhaps I overlooked something or the grocery fairy has stopped by and left something that would sound appetizing; Reality sets in, and I realize nothing in this refrigeration has changed.
4:45: Repeat step 2, except this time I'm much more disillusioned. Proceed to moan and groan.
6:37: Once again repeat step 2. Acceptance kicks in; There's no food that I want to eat, and rather than stew in my own perpetual sadness of ramen noodles and peanut butter & jelly sandwiches, I accept my fate and realize some type of cohesive action is needed.
6:39: Decision making time. Do I accept my current state of complacency and eat the same boring stuff in the fridge? or do I venture out into that large realm of uncertainty that is the world and scavage for some form of live nourishment, just as my forefathers before me(usually this translates to just order a pizza). AKA The Eternal Conundrum.
Tune in next week folks to find out the epic conclusion to the food fiasco!