chicken parmesan during a nor´easter

 It is now February. Which means Black History Month. It´s the shortest month of the year. Was originally a week, now a month. Still, shortest month of the year. I digress.

Moving to New York means a shit ton of snow for absolutely no reason. So much that I get to not go to my jobbie for an extra day, and that this fine Monday is Sunday pt.2.

Now, time to get down to business...

There´s a bodega down the street, right? Great. There´s also a pizza place within sight from my crib. OK. 

Critically acclaimed pizza place that sells chicken parm on a hero. $12 after taxes, probably. The bodega has the same thing, cheaper price, and probably same quality. I mean, Boar´s Head literally owns all the meat in New York. I can´t even believe that´s a real sentence.

Yesterday, I put a poll in my GC on whether I should do a deli combo sandwich with fries and a drink or pay for the more expensive sandwich right across the street. I decided to do the former, and to my pleasure, I was happy with my purchase. I´m thinking to myself that it´s Sunday, I´m about to watch the Nets play Bradley Beal and Co., why not enjoy it, right?

Well, that´s how I´m feeling today. I cannot make a decision. My girlfriend has abandoned me in the decision making process. I am at my wit´s end. Do I do the deed once again? Can I handle spending another $7 without thinking that I am a worthless subject to capitalism? Will Dogecoin ever get past $.038? Did Trina ever perm her weave? There are so many things that are going on in my head with relatively zero consequence on what happens on my day to day that it is actually kinda hard to believe. This is what is happening on my day off. And, ya know what, I am NOT that mad about it. 

What else is new? Myanmar and their PM (I think) just got sacked in a golpe de estado. COVID is still, ya know, a thing. Biden is president (?), yet the Times still gives Trump a headline online (double ?), I ran 3 miles yesterday, am using my diffuser, and the snow literally just won´t stop. 

Purchase of the week: A lint-roller from the hardware store.