And on to more important news...

I really want Taco Bell and the sad thing is that I dreamt about eating a chicken quesdilla from there. Could it be the alcohol, the mind, or the fat telling me to feed it? I don't know yet. All I know is that if I don't get Taco Bell sometime today I may explode like that Chicken lady on Kids in the Hall.

Ruffle my feathers baby.....and feed me a taco!

Paul