when getting ready this morning i had this lyric from f-zero gx stuck in my head:
When myopic confusion threatens your lunch
Falcon will be unleashing a Falcon Punch.
sure. whatever. normal morning brain patterns.
i then stared into my fridge, wondering where my sandwich was. "how am i out of my lunch sandwiches for the week??? it's only thursday???"
after like 30 seconds it occurred to me that, no, today is friday, the day when we order some pizza at work
i'm doing great why do you ask?