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Offs. Mom had steaks out defrosting on the counter. Stupidly, I said oh, I guess you're cooking steak tomorrow. I get a whole thing of:

Why, are you cooking?
(No, I'm just asking since there were steaks defrosting on the counter.)

No, they weren't. They were on a dish. I never put raw meat directly on the counter, you should never do that.
(Ok, they were on a dish.)

You always cook on Sunday and Monday.
(No, I don't.)

Those are the days you do laundry, you always cook then because you're home.
(I don't have particular days I cook, actually. It's pretty random.)

So you're not cooking tomorrow because it's supposed to be hot.
(Yeah, no. Just not cooking. Nope.)

Did you buy anything to cook at the farmers market? You always have to cook that right away.
(Sometimes, but not this time.)

Well, your father wanted to go get a hamburger for dinner tonight, so I can't have steak tomorrow.
(...)

I can't eat what he eats.
(...)

I'm marinating the steaks tomorrow, I don't know if I'm cooking them.
(Ok.)

It always depends on what he wants to eat. I never know what he wants to eat.
(* sigh *)

So the answer is I don't know.
(Oh-kay.)


I can't imagine why I am exhausted, depressed, and suffering from inertia.