tonight.

i came home from a night of studying in the library to a house that smelled [and still does] like delicious bulgogi. woot! i was so excited.
except that james ate all the bulgogi. there is not even one bite left for me.

which led to this:

james: babe! i want a hug!
me: and i want some bulgogi.
james: well we don't always get what we want. except for me.