Thanks to my questionable decisions last night, I overslept and missed Soup Sunday, which I had been looking forward to for a few days. Dang it.
The whole day wasn’t a bust, though. I spent the evening in great company, watching the Oscars and laughing my ass off. Am I just some kind of commie, homo-loving son of a gun or was the show particularly funny this year?
Soup Sunday wasn’t all that I head it was supposed to be…Automatic Slim’s was out of chocolate passion dream bread by noon, before I even got there. I can still taste the disappointment.