Chinese Buffet for One, Please

A fortune cookie told me to share my news, so I guess I'll follow through with this whole blog thing.

Sorry, loved ones. You'll have to settle for blogging at a distance.

I and my roommate, Daniel, have a literally unhealthy obsession with a barely-average Chinese buffet in downtown Kirksville. We go so often that I have a frequent diner punchcard which gives me a free tenth meal. I have earned this free tenth meal far more than I would care to admit, but suffice it to say that any extra college weight I've put on can be traced back to this place's crab rangoon. Anyway, since I only have five days left until graduation (Does anyone know how to freeze time yet? Is that a thing? That should be a thing.), I had to make sure I get one last free meal from them. However, I only had 8 out of 10 lunches stamped, so I needed one more to get the next one free. Everyone else is too busy with finals, so I had to go to a Chinese buffet alone for the sole purpose of securing that last free meal. As I sat alone at a buffet eating General Tso's chicken that looks more like General Tso's rabbit turds, I couldn't help feeling slightly disgusted. But I know in a couple days I'll eagerly speed to this buffet and proudly display my punchcard and pat myself on the back for saving $5.65. God bless America.

Anyway, I'm mostly just wasting time writing about my unhealthy college eating habits to avoid cleaning my apartment, packing up my belongings, studying for finals, preparing for my job, or basically anything else considered mildly productive. I woke up from a nap today to find the heaviest box I've ever lifted had been delivered to me. It was full of teaching materials I'll be using this summer.

Apparently, I can expect 17 more of these in late May. 

At this point, I'm just trying not to panic. But hey, at least I don't have to make pizzas for minimum wage anymore.

-Anthony