The Man is out this evening, so I am doing what I always do when I am alone. I cannot for the life of me start preparing my little weirdo meal until 8pm. I have no idea where this rule came from, but it cannot be broken. OCD? is it an autism spectrum rigidity thing? Sigh. Real anorexia thought - maybe just don't have supper. Do I dirty a plate and pretend? I hate deceiving him. Also, it would stress me to go to bed with an unwashed plate in the sink. Sometimes I really hate this!