Flake

I've come to admit to myself that I've become a flake. I had a friend a few years ago that my roomate at the time, Pratima, and I would call Mayor McCheese because he was a cross between that guy who knows everyone and the biggest frosty flake on earth. I blame his influence on my flakiness. It's inexcusable. But everyone does it. I need to drop the guilt.

Regardless, it's a craptactualar eve here in the Bean. I had the dog sleeping in my sweatshirt with me and the cat on top of him. Now I'm convincing myself I like fake chicken, again. Alfredo sauce helps.