Friday: Day six.

I mean, I shouldn't complain, but this stopped feeling ok yesterday.

 At some point this evening, my brain decided that I wanted carne asada fries for dinner.  The wing place by work makes them, so I decided to stop in and get some for take out.

They're not terrible, but they're also not great.

I remember now why I don't go there anymore.  They don't salt the fries, which might be fine if they had something saucy, too.  There's guac, but it's full of big chunks of white onion.  I got the pico on the side, but it's full of cilantro, so that's out.  Why do they not have some kind of proper salsa?  It'd also be nice if they beef wasn't so dry.

• No, pupper, that's not cool.
• Hannah deserves a job.
• Interesting facts.
• Wait, are you fucking kidding me?  I just installed this game yesterday, and it was going so well.
• I like the tiny sleepy triceratops the best.
• I also assumed "cashew" was just something I hadn't heard before.