A tale of terrible consequence

DEAR DIARY:

In the month of January I managed to successfully forget to bring a fork to eat my lunch with 5 times.
5 TIMES.

How ridiculous is that?
Usually I would just walk to the Tim Hortons across the street to get one, but last week I decided it was simply too cold to warrant the effort.
Because I'm crafty, I figured I would make a scoop-fork-thing out of the cardboard lid to my Michellinas pasta. (Ugh @ Michellina's, so awful, but cheap and filling.)

So I make this rounded spork-like thing, and I'm feeling pretty freakin' crafty about having made this.
I dig in, because I'm hungry and distressed at my lack of fork, at this point.

The first 5 bites go off without a hitch, but on my 6th bite: PAIN.

Cardboard spoon = cardboard paper cuts on your mouth. Thanks, ingenuity.


+ OKAY, IT HAS TO BE MENTIONED, what is the deal (WITH AIRPLANE FOOD???) male divorce clients at our lawfirm hitting on me?
I READ YOUR FILE.
I know all your dirty secrets!
"Hey babe, I don't know if you heard, but I'm back on the market, a heh-heh-heh."

Okay that line actually didn't happen,
but its still awkward.
Royally.