How Am I Doing?

When you forage in your kitchen like a hungry, mangy woodland creature and come out the other side with a belly full of a stale piece of bread with melted cheese on it, a bowl of cold pesto pasta without salt, pepper or any effort, half an over ripened banana and a square of Valrona chocolate that crumbled as you ate it and then melted under your butt on the dining room chair making it appear that you have a) pooped yourself or b) you really are a mangy woodland creature that poops small, dark brown pellets that just stained your favorite (only) pair of fake Juicy sweats you paid little to no money for at H &M, is that considered a success or a failure on the survival scale?