Numb feet shuttle you around to the necessary food and utensil dispensaries until you’ve created an equally pitiful dinner. You plop down on the kitchen stool with a creak and bite into your food. The calendar on your fridge draws your eyes as you chew your welfare sandwich. You can’t help but chuckle inside at the crude blue drawings Dash did of herself performing radical tricks on the date blocks. She said it was to help you remember where she was during her trip.