Remember when I said I might be a bit neurotic? Yeah, I wasn’t joking about that, my dear reader.
Oh, boy…
I had a really hard time getting any work done after posting this last Tuesday. Maybe I was worried about the furry assistants (took ’em to the vet; apparently they got allergies; go figure). Maybe I was tired after posting to my 6 billion different platforms. Kidding. But whatever it was, it was bad. Finally, 4pm rolls around and – you guess it – I had still gotten nothing done! ACK!
As a last resort, I eject myself out of the house into the wild world, all alone – much to my furry assistants’ disappointment. I go to my new favorite spot to write: a Walmart parking lot. On my way, I stopped by Taco Bell.
Because nothing says progress like food. -rolls eyes at self-
I get two Spicy Tostadas. I park and look at my food. The dude who worked at Taco Bell put 6 mild sauce in my bag and I think:
“This guy gets it. 3 mild sauce per tostada. It’s a miracle.”
Everything makes sense now. Life is good. So, yeah. There’s a guy working at Taco Bell who understands the mysteries of the universe. Bless his soul.
And I even got some work done. Great day.
Anthy
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