Sleep-cooking?

Once again we enter into The Blame Game. That's what I'm going to call this bullshit from Sean from now on.

This time, it's about cooking. Who's to blame? Me.

I've no idea what's been happening, or what the conversation was about, but I overheard something about someone cooking stuff "after" Sean's gone to bed. While he was in Mom's room, I went downstairs to ask who the fuck he was talking about, and it was me, just like I thought.

It's funny because I'm usually asleep before Sean even comes upstairs. So, unless I've started "sleep-cooking", there's no way in fucking hell that it's me.

I'll admit that in the past I did leave cooking stuff until after he'd gone to bed because I didn't want his fucking commentary about how I've "overcooked" something, or "undercooked" something. However, since I started attending The Street Outreach Project, I'm never up for long enough to do that. Hell, I haven't even bought food to cook personally. I just buy stuff from the fish & chip place, or have something like...a sandwich or a microwave thing.

As far as I know, I don't sleep-cook. If I did, what the fuck do I do with the food? Where the hell do I get the food from too? Surely I don't sleep-walk into town, sleep-buy something, sleep-walk home, sleep-cook whatever it is, sleep-eat it, sleep-clean the dishes, then lay down and continue sleeping. If that's what is happening, then I'm pretty fucking amazed. That would be YouTube worthy material!