Went shopping (ran out of paper towels the night before we are doing a "nacho bar" for Satanmas dinner. No bueno.
Realized I wanted to cook for the first time in months, so I was looking for things to do for breakfast in the morning. Fucking place sold out of biscuits.
I bet Colin went and bought them all; that bastard.
But 3 pounds of meat, 18 eggs, multiple pounds of cheese (for variety, probably) and a bunch of tortillas means some possibly amazing breakfast burritos. Looking forrward to it! (Still, though... dammit, Colin! @ biscuit dearth.)