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On a third but of equal entertainment level, which I assume is mild at best, I have come to the realization that there is indeed truth to some of the points of the single dad cliche. Now, don't get me wrong, I totally love living with one parent. When we had both my parents, it was always miserable around here. Since mom left, the miserable percentage of 99.999999999% has reduced to around 49.999999999%. I quite enjoy the new number. One thing I am not so fond of is that dads, with the exclusion of fathers in the food industry, don't always know what to do in a food crisis. For example, last night all the power to Galt went out. (Galt is the tiny little hicktown we know and love...well, I love it) There was no food in the house and dad needed to pick up dinner. My poor dad can never remember my sister and my likes or dislikes, or even what we are allergic to. Sometimes, the exact date of my birthday slips his mind. (He remembers Kallie's because its a week before his) So, he finds a store that the manager let him in, even though it was closed. He buys a bag of bbq chips and three large microwave burritos. Now, I despise burritos, with a passion. Kallie never eats just one. And dad was out of soda. Dinner ended up consisting of burritos, chips, waffles and milk. Now, I care for neither burritos or waffles (at least not at night). It was close to 9 o'clock at this point. I didn't get dinner. Though I grabbed some crackers around midnight, after dad had gone to sleep. I couldn't grab anything earlier, as I would have had to admit that I was still hungry because I hate burritos and gave mine to my sister. Considering his foul mood, I didn't consider that option. The point of this rather lengthy rant is that I really feel like a college student. Sit in my pajamas, playing on my laptop and eating strange conjunctions of food all inbetween classes, which I take only two days a week. Now if I just had a car to complain about my inability to afford gas for.