Whenever my partner is out of town, I turn into a bum.

I stop straightening up the place*, I live off my dirty-but-wearable pile, I don't eat right or I eat takeout, the only thing that saves me is I probably actually train more.

So tonight I found another blessing of solitary life: cold chinese food. The takeout downstairs makes huge servings - so last night I split one in half for tonight. I ate it cold. Kong Po. It's pretty good cold.

*which makes for a stressful night-before-he-comes-home