And then, I got good and lost trying to find the Mexican place that I wanted to get takeout from. And then I got pissy, frustrated, then just flat-out mad.
And laughed at, which made me actually hiss at said laugh'er.
I did finally find the place, and I did finally eat about an hour ago. And well? You know how it can be when you went all day without food... then the time and the food finally arrive, but for some reason, only half of what you normally eat makes it into your belly, because eating more than that just hurts?
And now? I feel like a boa constrictor who swallowed a motherfucking elk.
What is that???
I was so looking forward to dinner, followed by drinks, and dessert. And yeah. The last two things are just not going to happen.
I... yeah, just no.
On the subject of food, I tried Filipino food for the first time yesterday. Perhaps, it was not the best representation of said cuisine. What I had was supposed to be a pork stew. It may have been, but whoever cut the meat for said stew wasn't paying attention or something, because what I got was about 75% pure fat. Just big blocks of fat floating in sauce.
Uh, er, huh?
I will give it another chance, perhaps at a different restaurant sometime. Because after I did this, I did something incredibly uncharacteristic for me. I went from rejecting exotic food, to ordering tater tots at a bar.
Tomorrow, I will go out and buy a loaf of wonder bread.