Colonel, I salute you!

I am not a wee man, never was, never will be, but the limits of my colossal being now seem to be governed by KFC's new mashed potato bowl. I run into the dilemma of one bowl not being enough to satisfy, while two bowls are a bit much to navigate comfortably. I can't waste the remainder of the second bowl so I am obligated by conscience to cram it in my gullet. I am always mindful to chew thoroughly no matter how much time and effort is required so as not to appear like a duck with their crazy no chew hurry up swallow routine.

Because I get these bowls without cheese I convince myself the harm that might be caused by this latest obsession will be minimized. I could also be depriving myself of the dairy nutrient. Oh, the confusions of the human machine.

I wish I could convey how difficult it is to write belly up in the bed while trying to recuperate and communicate at the same time. My laptop balancing is quite a feat!

I wonder what time the Colonel closes tonight?