It was like… 9:47 p.m., maybe 10. I’d been staring at my laptop for hours, zero motivation left, fridge completely empty except for half a lime, expired milk, and something wrapped in foil I didn’t trust . My stomach made that embarrassing dying-whale sound, and without even thinking, I typed “food near me” for the millionth time. Not even hungry-hungry, just… tired and needing something warm. Or greasy. Or sweet. Anything, honestly. And it’s dumb how often this happens, right? You think you’ll cook. You lie to yourself about those frozen veggies you swore you’d turn into a “real dinner.” But then the day kicks your butt, and suddenly you’re googling the same thing every other zombie in your city is searching at that exact moment. Food near me . That’s it. That’s the whole plan. I’ve done this in hotel rooms, at gas stations, outside random apartment complexes, once even while stuck in traffic. (Yes, I know. Not smart.) It’s weirdly comforting, like that phrase will magically ...