Fried chicken is dead to me.

Up all night. Dehydrated. Tired. “Let’s get fried chicken tonight? That sound good?” she said. Well, yeah it did! And one box of Target chicken later.....I’m in a world of relentless hurt through the night. It was terribly made. I’ve had issues before with deeply fried foods but so random they are. But now, I’m off it. Even fries are a question mark.


I feel I put down a military coup in my gut. Dispersed the minor uprising in neighboring towns. It was a war. I won, but the recovery...ugh. On Football day too!

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