Ever since moving from Chicago to Brooklyn two weeks ago, my eat/sleep schedule has been so off. I don't know if it's because I'm not currently working a 9-5 job like I was previously, or because we no longer have a bedroom door (cats are so annoying when they stomp on you while you're trying to sleep), or if it's because that's how we do in New York.
Anyways, I totally did not just eat my chicken noodle soup dinner at 10:30 pm, no sir, I did not. This seems to be becoming a regular occurance in my apartment lately, and I can't quite decide if I like it or not.
