I am thankful to be alive after trying the BK Chef’s Choice Burger from Burger King last night.
We did our first round of travel Wednesday night and hit fast food on the way out. Despite knowing I should have stuck with the safe chicken filet sandwich, I tried this new burger. Utter crap. The sauce is okay, but the bun and burger patty felt like mush and whatever seasoning they use to create that faux charbroil taste overpowered everything. It tasted like a broiled turd going in, and it came out far worse. I spent most of Thanksgiving Day listening to my guts gurgle.
I am thankful my mom is a much better cook. Turkey, stuffing, corn, potatoes and biscuits. Pumpkin pie and ice cream. Om nom nom nom. Tastebuds and innards much, much happier.
I am thankful my editor at Evileye Books rocks. I mentioned via Twitter that writers love having an editor they can trust and an editor who trusts them in return, and that’s what I have. After spending most of Wednesday and a chunk of the road trip poring over Lie with the Dead edits, I received far fewer corrections than I anticipated, and he pointed out a handful of areas that could use a few tweaks. All very sensible and easy to deal with.
I am thankful for my friends & family. No mushy stuff, I’ll just throw up the horns for them all. \m/
I am thankful for my karate school. My workouts and studying have helped me get healthy and inspire me to do even better. Twenty pounds down since summer and counting. Rock.
I am thankful 2011 is almost over. What a pain in the ass this year has been. Gonna finish it strong, though.
And now, I leave you with the following words of wisdom and a video to reinforce it:
Angel dust is a helluva drug.