(Hey, I'm posting. Okay? Deal with leftovers from another blog.)

(I'm also feeling rather sarcastic/hostile/whatever tonight.)

On the way home from work tonight, my mind turned to the subject of Comfort Foods. Years ago when I worked at the mall, if I had a bad night, I would stop at a convenience store in the little town south of the little town where I live and pick up a Big Grab size bag of puffy Cheetos and a bottle of Welch's Grape Soda. Then I would go up to the office, turn on the computer, open up the Cheetos and Grape Soda, and fire up Tomb Raider... and start throwing Lara Croft off of high things just to hear her squeak when she hit the floor.

I still have the urge to do that. But I don't have Tomb Raider on this particular computer and the convenience store is closed by the time I drive through that town.

Damn.