Cheesy Fiesta Potatoes
I got some Taco Bell tonight. you know, one of those nights where you’re out socializing [to say the least] and on your way home, you stop at the good ol’ Taco Bell for grub before crashing for the night.
I got Cheesy Fiesta Potatoes, and They forgot the fork!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! but alas, the Local Thai Restaurant Mekong Thai bestowed upon me [recently] a plastic fork and spoon [Chop sticks too!].
We are saved.
Curse, or Terms of Service?
I have a constant need to organize "all that I have" routinely to sustain my sanity.
This can be as literal as words go, or [it] can be used as a task for any conceptual horde along the micro scale. [Macro scale would probably be more along the lines of infinity]
So, here I am re-organizing my bedroom once again.
Is old, and good.