It’s times like this, when light is scarce and I start to crave the fattiest, unhealthiest comfort food I can get my hands on, that I’m really glad I live just a few blocks from a Taco Bell.
It’s no wonder I never go out anymore: All the places worth going to are closing down.
I spent last night more or less comatose, and most of today lying around continuing the long, slow, process of digestion while I waited (I’m still waiting, really) for the blood to leave my stomach so that I can start using my brain again.
In my continuing quest to make a complete mockery of the term “vegetarian,” I ate a hamburger today. With bacon.
Best weblog I’ve run into lately: The Cheese Diaries. Yum.
I can, however, confirm that it was a mighty tasty cake. Very… brown… but tasty nonetheless.