I exercise with intensity and fervor.

I drink and eat with gusto.

I work energetically and passionately.

I devote myself diligently to my music and writing.

I consume the worlds entertainments whole-heartedly.

I push through weariness and scoff at the idea of rest.

And occasionally, these drives all catch up to me at once.  The result is that I do not feel so invincible, far from, in fact.

So when I get run down and ill, this unfortunately affects my decision-making processes.

I conserve energy just to make it through work.

I tend to pass on exercise as the effort is too great.

My work quality suffers.

I play video games instead of my guitar.

I tend to shut off the world and hole myself up and ignore everything.

And worst of all, I make bad dietary decisions.

Under normal circumstances I would never consider fast-food.  The idea of Taco Bell, though, after an exhaustive work day, sounded divine.

There must be something about a malady ridden body that thinks such a consumption will aleviate the aches and congestion.  I tend to also crave chocolates and other junk food when I’m sick.  No chicken soup for me. Give me some processed chicken and greasy tortilla wrappers.

So I got in line at the drive-through.

After two minutes I questioned what everyone in front of me could be ordering that was taking so long.

After five, I thought “Well, I might as well scratch off this lottery ticket I just picked up.”

After seven minutes I moved forward half a car length to move within ten feet of the ordering speaker.

After ten minutes I started to question whether this was a good idea.

At twelve the formless voice squeaked from the speaker “I’ll be right with you.”

Fifteen minutes had passed when the voice barked, still from ten feet away, again “It’s going to be a ten to fifteen minute wait, is that ok?”  To which I responded “I’ve already waited this long so, sure, no problem.”

When I got to the ordering station three minutes later I received the  same disclaimer and stated that I still wanted to order.  In response I received “Oh, you’re the same car? I thought you drove off.” Which may have been the desired result of the disclaimer.

Ten minutes later the reward for my tenacity was a luke warm sack of greasy grilled burritos and a lack luster “Have a nice day.”

The great news is, I’m feeling better today.  Therefore, there will never be a need to repeat this experience.

Humbly yours,

J