Ridiculous craving

10 minutes before bedtime, and it hits me. A ridiculously strong and specific craving for a certain name-brand nacho-cheese tortilla chip. Probably more than one chip, but it's irrelevant, because I will not be running out to buy a bag.

I want these chips about once every two or three years now, and usually it's no big deal. I go
get a bag. But bedtime on a school night (with a 5am wake up call) is sacred.

Now it's 50 minutes after bedtime. I've read a couple of chapters of a library book, downloaded a blogger app to make this post on, and written this post. I should be sleeping. Or close to it. But I'm miles away, longing for a crunch or living for a dream. Loving for a moment. . .

Now with wacky song lyrics. Let's try lights off again. G'night!

That was dinner

Not a great topic, but at least it's an update. It's 40 degrees here in Seattle, as I cameo through on my way home to Tacoma. The bus stop where I transfer features a convenient taco joint, and a pizza establishment. Or vice versa. I'm a little befuddled from a small issue of sleep availability, and a large helping of pestilence and cold medication. I've had some delightfully absurd notions lately, but I took no notes, and they have moved on. Fun while they lasted.