Breakfast of the Epicurean.

It's still icy outside. Windy too. Again, I lingered at home longer than necessary because I didn't want to deal with the biting chill. I finally dragged my ass out to my car, but I was still late to work anyway due to a stop-over at 7-11. Cigarettes, Vitamin Water and a buffalo chicken taquito for breakfast. Mighty breakfast of the epicurean? I THINK SO.

Trying to exit the 7-11 parking lot, I accidentally blocked off two lanes of traffic while fisting a cigarette in one hand and my taquito in the other. Parents dropping off their kids at Bishop Ireton right up the road honked their horns and screamed things that seemed rather uncouth. At least for Catholics.

Today is slow and steady and not so bad due to the space heater I stole from Michael hidden under my desk. I spend most mornings dreaming of food and writing instead of working.