Sally went to church and left me here all busted up and alone. I found an old pan and was able to make myself some scrambled eggs. I'm not allowed to use any of Sally's fancy cookware. Glad I found the only old one left. Then I accidentally put chocolate milk in my coffee. Turned out to be the best thing I've done in years. So I'm sitting here drinking this coffee having already eaten my eggs and I'm not being yelled at or screamed at for anything. I already miss her though. I'm such a wimp.