I am avoiding the kitchen like the plague in favor of avoiding my brother.
I really, really would like something to drink and I'm starving but my want to avoid him is much stronger than my hunger.
This is going to be a long week. Maybe Christy would want to go out to eat with me after I get off tomorrow night. Or maybe I'll go see a movie. It's kind of sad that the only times I voluntarily go out are when I want to avoid my family. What am I even.
I am also stating for the record in reference to someone I've been scared to talk to for a couple of days, but the fact is: yes, I am an idiot. I'm sorry, truly and deeply. If I can make it up to you, let me know.