I want a burger

I like posting both quality and crap reads.

I want a burger. I want pasta. Chef d' Angelo, here I come.

And I'm going to buy that copy of Missing Gun too.

And when I get home, I'll either finish Hitch Hiker's Guide (which I have read past half of) or start the Urban Idiot 1 script.

Now, Dixi is sick and in bed too. But the gloomy gray skies are so... er, happy. Why?

I want that burger.

(For a post that requires use of at least half a neuron, refer to earlier post.)