And God has killed another kitten. (Didn’t fit in the subject line.)
I called in an order to KFC last night. Don’t ask me why, especially given that for the past two days I’ve been eating killer nachos with chili and sour cream, and I went out for lunch Friday for poutine and hot dogs with the other writers at work.
I was tired. I fell asleep. Coma is more like it, since I had taken my meds earlier. I woke up around 4 AM to find a message on my call answer from KFC asking me to confirm. So poor KFC delivery guy must have been buzzing my apartment, and perhaps got into the building and knocked on the door.
I’m sure this happens frequently, but I can’t help but believe I’ve been blacklisted or something. I’m not calling there for delivery for a long, long time. Probably a good thing, because KFC food can have a nasty effect on my GI tract. :eek:
That is all.