burger blech
why do i always forget why i don't eat at burger king? i was so hungry when i left the house for work today that i just had to stop at the burger king on my way into town. i couldn't stop at a wendy's or other semi-reasonable drive-through; it had to be burger king. blech. my car smells like fried eggs now from the french fries, and i had to throw the bag away in the dumpster instead of leaving it in the student office because of the stench.

but mre fucking rocked last night. bean said that they hadn't played in front of such a live crowd in forever. my neck hurts from the headbanging.

it's so nice outside, and here i am at work because i was nice and volunteered to swap with katie. and because snoe is misbehaving, so i should probably be here to figure out more of the misbehavingness.