That last couple of paragraphs is exactly why I love to cook (well, that and my semi-obsessive instinct to feed people). It does involve just a fuckton of chopping, though.

Let me try this again, with proper posting and everything.

Hey, listen, so. You don't want to hurt anyone else. That's good. And you're exhausted. I know the feeling. It sucks that the professional you've been to see was a jerk, and I get that you're too tired and too hopeless right now to figure out finding someone else and trying again. But before you kill…

Hey, listen, so. You don't want to hurt anyone else. That's good. And you're exhausted. I know the feeling. It sucks that the professional you've been to see was a jerk, and I get that you're too tired and too hopeless right now to figure out finding someone else and trying again. But before you kill…

Hey, listen, so. You don't want to hurt anyone else. That's good. And you're exhausted. I know the feeling. It sucks that the professional you've been to see was a jerk, and I get that you're too tired and too hopeless right now to figure out finding someone else and trying again. But before you kill…