November 12, 2019 by sandwichcontrol
But not saying it because of the drugs that stop you from melting down over nothing.
Happy French Dip Day!
Here’s to eating what little feelings you have leftover after the drugs do their job.
Yes, that’s a French made out of a whole loaf of French bread.
Yes, that’s a whole pot of jus to dip it in.
I had planned to go to Ed Walker’s for a French Dip, but it’s like nine bucks for a sandwich and fries.
And that monster cost less than five to make.
I almost splurged and bought a bag of fries to make to go along with it, but I figured I didn’t need the extra carbs to go along with the entire loaf of bread dipped in beef fat that I was planning on eating.
I got a few things accomplished yesterday.
I would’ve gotten more done, but it was a holiday and people weren’t at work.
It was also kind of a dreary day.
It rained a lot and the temperature dropped something ridiculous like thirty degrees or some shit.
I really wanted to nap, but I didn’t and I regret that now.
Today I’m going to do better.
I’m going to get fuckloads accomplished and treat myself to a nap.
That’s if the weather doesn’t make everyone shit their pants and close everything.
If that happens I’m gonna just go back to bed and read comics in between sleeping spells.
See ya’ tomorrow.
More soon. ~SC
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