Jackpot!

My lunch today mostly consisted of Erika's leftover pasta, broccoli, courgettes, mushrooms, and spicy pasta sauce, with a couple of my own tiny carrots and half a yellow pepper thrown in for good measure. With all the stuff I've inherited from my neighbors as they move out one-by-one, I could totally open a small, understaffed restaurant this summer. (If that doesn't pan out, I've also inherited enough generic ibuprofen to open a small meth lab. At least then I'd have something to talk about at cocktail parties with my friends who do science.)