An unexpected side effect of being recently single.

What am I supposed to do with all the thoughts in my brain now I live on my own? My brain is fit to burst with rubbish that normally I would say out loud, but there's little point in doing that now, the dogs aren't interested unless I say a word that rhymes with park. 

I've written down as much of it as I can in various places but it just keeps coming. 

How to be single.

Just realised I haven't remembered to eat anything today, and when I opened my fridge I was again reminded of why I shouldn't go shopping on a Friday evening. My weekly shop consisted of: dairylea triangles, fish sticks, a bag of salad, a tin of beans, jaffa cakes, grapes, snackajacks, 2 scotch eggs, some Ham and a creme egg. What the hell am I supposed to make out of that?