As a side note, my days-without-Taco-bell streak ended last Friday when I was in Chicago. 32 freakin days. God help me if I ever go that long without a burrito again.
I just realized that I had a similar streak when I was in Europe this summer - I think that one was actually 31 days, but at least I had the excuse that I was out of the country (damn Europeans and their lack of Taco Bells). At one point in the trip, we were talking about things we missed from home (and/or things we were going to do when we got back). Someone said their mom’s cooking, someone else said their bed…I said Taco Bell. True story. The sad part was that Jay (a friend on the trip) actually knew I was going to say that before I said it.
Something is wrong with me.
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