It wasn’t a good night. I first woke up around 2am, and reset my night sounds. Unfortunately, I woke up almost hourly until I finally got out of bed shortly after Shawshank left for work. I came out to the couch, put on some Nat Geo, and tried to sleep some more. I’m hoping the rest of today will be better.
Otherwise, Friday was good. Shawshank played Persona 5 Royal all afternoon, while I doom scrolled. I pulled the blanket up and napped with Chaucer for an hour or so. We went out for dinner, braving the cold and walking to the restaurant that’s about 1 good Tom Brady spiral from the house. Neither of us thought it was up to their regular standard. We both had chicken– I had a buffalo wrap, he had a spicy sandwich. How can such simple fare be fucked up?
Both of us received the most Caucasian chicken ever. They didn’t season it in any way, it was just plain chicken, not even salt and pepper. “Buffalo” sauce here is not the same buffalo sauce everywhere else, it’s usually a mix of ranch dressing with some Frank’s hot sauce in it. Last night, whatever they served us was not it. Nothing had flavor. It almost tasted like they’d diluted the sauce, as it was neither creamy, ranchy, nor spicy.
Even my mother, the whitest cook ever, knows how to season a chicken breast.
Shawshank‘s been at work since the wee hours. He’s coming home in the afternoon, and we’re going to go grocery shopping. I should go do the human shit.
