Still no new supplies. I have consumed all but the last can of pasta. After tomorrow's breakfast, I fear there will be little left. My companions seem unable or unwilling to procure new supplies on their own and I will not be capable of a supply run for another three days. Cookies, while tasty, provide little nurtition.
Someone (not me) needs to make a grocery store run. Milk and bread. This is neither difficult nor expensive. Well, it's expensive if you're flat broke. Really, all I need is a gallon of milk, a loaf of bread, lettuce and some dressing. Then at least I'll have some food. We have cereal but no milk. An abundance of peanut butter and jelly, but no bread or crackers even. We have hamburger helper, but no hamburger. The only thing we have left, really, is some Chef Boyardee lasagna bake (hooray sodium) and one can of canned pasta ravioli (yay more sodium.)
signed, Oultaw Prophet of Greensboro