It’s called Fry-Yay because I’ll eat a shitload of sweet potato fries tonight.
Shawshank and I spent most of last night chatting about airfare. Unfortunately, there’s only one airline that will allow him to fly on what he has for ID, and their flights aren’t the cheapest. He leaves Camp Quarantine on on Friday. Airfare on Fridays is outrageous and out of the question. The cheapest flight out on Saturday is almost double what we wanted to spend, and is at least 31 hours of travel time. The shortest would cost an extra $100 to cut it down to 14 hours. He could bring the cost down by half if he flew out on Sunday, but he’d need to find lodging for Friday and Saturday night. Unfortunately, that brings us back to the problem of not having ID, which could be needed to check in.
But either way, it’s the weekend. It’s Fry-Yay, where I treat myself to a fucking awesome dinner of feel-good food. My plan for the day? Survive a Friday shift with StressedRPh, then come back home and do a workout before I stuff my face. I’ll be able to chat with Shawshank all night though, and that will be awesome.
