I’m trying to eat Bauducco wafers while writing (and revising) from the comfort of my bed, and I’m failing miserably.
My bedroom looks like a sawmill. There are so many teeny-weeny flakes of golden crumbs that it looks like sawdust. Or glitter.
Vanilla-flavored glitter. Mmmmmmm.
Then again, the flakes make my bed look like it has cradle cap. Eeeeeeeeeeewww.
Food has been giving me trouble this morning. Earlier, I said Harby’s when I was trying to say Hardee’s.
Please don’t blame me when Arby’s-Hardee’s fusion food becomes a trend in 2024. I don’t want to eat a Roast Beef Gyro Goodburger Thickburger, either.
Jamais Mayville 