| | Baby I can see your halo, You know you're my saving grace
Oh my. Today has been kinda blah.
So this morning, we wake up, it's around 8 am, and our sugars are GONE. You see, I have something close to hypoglaucemia. Makes me really messed up if I don't eat regularly. So this morning, I was at hte low of the low, and Britt wasn't all here, so cooking is kinda not an option. I've watched her cook when she's low or out of it.. and it's not pretty. I'm not good at making miso, so we just said fuck it, and decided to go somewhere.
8 minutes later, we're pulling into the parking lot of an IHOP. I figured, I've got the other coupon, we'll be fine. Well, as we're walking up to the door, I realize- the coupon is only good after 2pm on the weekends. Shit. Ohwell, it'll be fine. We go inside, and I see there are tons of people. We head into the lobby area, and I see all of these women and all of these carnations.
.... Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck. It's mothers day.
So why so upset over mother's day? Because that means any somewhat decent restaurant is going to be PACKED with people trying to make their moms happy by feeding them with garbage. Ugh. Brit says, well, we can go to McD's. I reply, but I thought you liked BK more... we decide to be adventurous, and go to BK, since we hadn't been there in years for bfast, and I thought "even if I don't liek their selection, I can get a burger."
So, 5 more minutes go by, I'm a half dead zombie, ready to munch on the nearest human brain I can find. We pull into the parking lot- the place is EMPTY. Score! We go inside, and I look at their choices... saugsage, sausage, crap crap crap. I hate their breakfast selections. Where is my mcdonalds?! So I ask if I can get a burger, she says no, only the whopper.... doesn't that mean yes? I wasn't sure, since she gave me conflicting messages. Plus, I didn't know if I could get anything with the sandwich, so I just kinda said screw it, and got their number 8- the only thing I could find without sausage on it.
We take our food and go sit down. It looks disgusting. I admit that it's cheaper than McD's, and you get a little bit more. But, it doesn't taste nearly as good. In fact, I have to struggle to choke it down. Britt looks at me, and says "I'm sorry" I don't know how many times, and as I'm holding my stomach, dry heaving, I say "It's okay." and we go along with our businesss.
What business, you ask. Simple, I need ear plugs in order to swim. My ears blow, and don't like being under water, so in order to fix that, I need plugs. Simple enough, right? Well, sorta. We go to Target, and nothing is there. So we decide to head over to the "Hickville" wal-mart that is over by downtown Henderson. Surprise! They have plugs. So we head home, with victorious pomp. But there is still something wrong, my damned stomach is still making itself known to me that it is NOT happy. My blood sugar is still through the floorboards, and I'm still looking for the nearest human brain to go munch upon.
This lasted until nearly 11, when Brit told me to try and eat something else to flush out the bad. And shazam! It worked. But let me tell you, I will NOT be having BK any time soon. As I sat on the floor, waking up from my sickened, drunken stupor, I tell Brit that this diet is turning my stomach into a pussy. To which she replies:
"No, that just shows you how bad that stuff is for you."
Saddest thing? I know it's true. Fast food is what kills us poor Americans, makes us fat as hell, and drives our cholestorol up through the ceiling. And you know what? People keep right on eating it. Ugh. At least I can say that I've learned my lesson. If I do eat out, it'll probably only be McD's and Taco Hell. If I'm lucky, I might still be able to stomach Wendy's. But overall, I can say that I will definitely rethink whether I'll be eating out in the future (At least for fast food).
No more of that!
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| | Posted 5/10/2009 3:44 PM - 3 Views - 2 eProps - 1 Comment
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