Reflections on a Full Stomach

The one-day boycott is over. We protested Chipotle's lack of a Leap Day Burrito Giveaway by not patronizing their establishment for all 24 hours of February 29, 2008. Today, the healing began, with some steak, pinto beans, sour cream, cheese, lettuce and corn salsa wrapped up in a tasty tortilla.

As I inhaled my first burrito in over four months, the surge of Mexican-ish goodness sparked a thought in my brain (for once). See if you can follow it. The Chipotle in my neighborhood is three blocks north of the CTA train stop I use every day to get to work. My house is three blocks south of the train stop. Being broke and largely friendless, I don't have much occasion to venture north of the train station on any given day. So it's pretty rare that I pass this Chipotle location. Thus, I rarely have the irresistible urge to immediately chow down on a tasty burrito.

The southerly location of my house is the only reason I (might) weigh less than two hundred pounds.

"But Gary!" you might say. "Didn't you have to pass a Chipotle to get to your Metro stop in Washington? You were able to fight the urge then. What's the big deal now?"

To which I have a simple response: Shut up.

One more thing:
I finally bought a guitar today, about a dozen years after I should have. Now begins the process of slowly teaching it to myself. Expect to see it on craigslist in 12-18 months.