No Mail on Sundays, No Logic on Fridays

The plan was to have lunch at home (or at Che's). After playing back in my brain the horrific events that happened in my kitchen yesterday, I decided I'll eat out instead... and I was able to convince Lianne and Che to eat out as well hehe.

I felt like Popeyes today. I wanted to have those chicken tenders (actually I wanted the ones from Jewel but since that's a lot more blocks away, I'll settle with Popeyes). For 2 hours I had the image of those chicken tenders and biscuits in my mind.

Lunch time came, I walked straight to Popeyes, decided I was already eating too much chicken lately and had a philly cheesesteak meal instead from the booth beside it. That didn't make any sense. Logic's not working... it must be Friday. Oh wait, it is.



How can you say no to this?