Chicken with Broccoli (for real this time)

Sometimes it's a little lonely (boring?) being a Jew on Christmas after your family has already finished with the tradition of eating Chinese food and seeing a movie and they've dropped you off at your empty apartment. And you're sitting at home alone staring at the computer screen because you're too lazy to do anything else and the boots you bought last weekend crushed your toes so you can hardly walk and you really want a hot pocket but that requires your feet to do the work of carrying you to the kitchen. And then you dwell on the lack of closure of [casual] relationships past and it makes you want that hot pocket even more cuz it's warm and gooey and fills the hole that past [casual] relationships never filled in the first place (not THAT hole, silly). I want that hot pocket. I'm fixating on it like Ralphie from a Christmas Story fixated on his Red Ryder BB gun with a compass in the stock, and this thing which tells time...