I feel like I have been waiting for a Jell-o mold to set up for a really long time. I peek into the fridge periodically and poke at it, then go about my business for a while. Then I check back again. It’s never going to set up, is it?
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The analogy in my head is that “I’m not soup yet” from the old Lipton soup mix commercials.
no. just eat the damn thing.