I’ll Tost’a My Own Guac
I slept hard through the first few seconds of my alarm this morning, then dragged out of bed. I didn’t go to sleep super late, but I must have been in a deep slumber. We made it to work in spite of the asshole guarding the left lane by speeding and slowing down around me for no apparent reason. I wasn’t driving inconsiderately to begin with, but he couldn’t keep up when I decided to pass him for good.
I was proud of how busy I stayed all day, and I felt like I got some good stuff done, even if they were all short-term tasks. I was rewarded with Ortega’s for lunch, but was told I couldn’t have a tostaguac, so I just ordered a tostada and chalupa, then sandwiched them together to accomplish the exact same thing.
The afternoon was busy as well, and we ended up leaving just a few minutes late, which landed me in some slightly heavier traffic for a bit, but it wasn’t too bad. We found Summer at home finishing up her schedule, so I started some laundry and cleaned up a little bit. We saw Eaddie for just a moment, and then she was gone again. Brandie texted and I caught up with her for a while, and eventually made it to bed.
No cheese for you.