On Thursday I preordered a make-fancy-brunch-at-home kit from one of the local breweries that geneticist guy and I were supposed to do this morning. But that was before he proved himself to be a [insert expletive here]. My BFF offered to do it with me instead, so I'm going to go to her place a little later. I don't really feel like it, but I don't want the food to go to waste and I know that moping around my apartment won't make me feel any better.