Today’s I took myself out to breakfast and everyone else can just go f***! Themselves breakfast was COVERED with guac, as it should be. In CA, even diner guac is chunky, hearty and magnificent.

Said breakfast was surrounded, sound wise, by an intense conversation between two moderately attractive gents, which I eavesdropped in on until I realized they were discussing how their wives were bipolar, and how much they love them, and how its hard, with them being bipolar and all, at which point I left them alone, and dove face first into a guacamole cloud; swam some laps.