Yesterday after work, 11pm, I hurried over to Brutopia where Laura, Carolina, and Jessie were, with a bruburger with my name on it. The kitchen closed at 11, but they got there earlier and ordered one for me. I was absolutely drenched in sweat, a film covering my entire face. That was just from heat. The bruburger, some how, wasn’t all that satisfying or even exceptionally tasty, which is incredibly disheartening because it is usually such an experience to eat. The pint I had after was disappointing too, as it just kinda filled me and made me gassy.

Finish Reading »