I Want Chicken Wings.

I'm not about to go walk to KFC and have their brand new spicy and crispy hot wings. I tried them and they're okay, and nice because they're accessible by foot. That's why I'll appreciate those. But what I really want are some really good chicken wings.

It makes me pretty jealous and somewhat irritated that I'm going to be sitting at home, knitting, while my roommate goes out to a place that's remotely sports bar like and eat sports bar like food. She may not get chicken wings, but what kind of gets me green is knowing that she's going to a sports bar like place during a big sports bar event: NFL playoffs.

Eating chicken wings and watching sports is really fun. Today's a good day to do something like that too, but instead I'm just to go be home, knitting the present I was supposed to give yesterday, as I wait for my roommate to return from her outing at the sports bar like place watching the game, for a bit, I'm assuming, while eating the sports bar like food.

Sometimes, life is full of unfair.