I hate it when I go poking through the fridge to find what I am cooking for dinner and I can't find anything that I want to cook.
Update: I had it in my head I wanted to make chicken salad. I cooked the chicken. Let it cool. Mixed it with some mayo and some other things and had it with crackers. It didn't taste that great so I stopped after only like 3 - 4 bites. Ate PB & Crackers and went to bed. 4:30 this morning... ill. So clearly my chicken salad idea was not a good one.