I cooked dinner for my family today. I was planning to make tacos but I ended up making burritos. While I was putting cheese on the chicken, I made sure every piece of chicken had cheese on it because I ended up feeling bad for the other pieces of chicken who didn't have any compare to the ones who already had cheese on it. I don't know what's wrong with me. But if I'm going to cook something that got completely abused, I'm gonna make sure they get treated with so much love while they get cooked. Ugh, that's not even enough and that sounds so horrible. I'm thinking of becoming a vegetarian again.