I am braindead today, but I am giving off the illusion of compentancy. When is that not the case? I don't know - I am just feeling a bit old and decrepit today. Like the worn rug you keep from your college days because you don't know what else to do with it and it reminds you of happy, drunken times.
In any case - I'm T-7 to get to the gym and work on the parts that have been indulgently acculmulating pounds from last weekends binge on mexican food. Mexican food is a narcotic with me. Get it near me and I am gorging myself silly on tamale pie, the fat soaked excuse for why I didn't quite push myself hard enough yesterday. That's it - NO MORE MEXICAN.
Unless it's really good Pollo con Mole... Then maybe.
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