Threw potatoes into the oven and then fell asleep on the couch for an hour and a half. I had a dream i was getting a school cafeteria style lunch with japanese fired idol wrestler Maki Itoh. Then I suddenly woke,
staggered to the oven, threw two steaming hot potatoes into as many bowls, topped them with butter/cheese/sour cream/everything bagel seasoning, then divided some Rotisserie chicken, cold from the fridge, into the bowls, carried one to Kevin and declared, "potato hot, chicken cold" like an absolute caveman. Then, as I ate, invented a caveman named Groq who (a philosopher of his time) once said, "sometimes root hot, bird cold. Sometimes, bird hot, root cold. Both good." And for some reason as I listened to Groq the caveman philosopher in my head, All you Need is Love played in the background.
This is the price I pay for taking a Devil's Nap