Guess what? Yesterday I ate a supreme steak burrito, no beans, and a pork taco. It was delicious. Unfortunately, HBO was malfunctioning at the Fianc'es house, so I could not view the Sopranos. The usual combo of tasty, fatty foods and Sunday HBO was not experienced in full. The lack of Sunday ritual left me hurt. Wandering around my house in a Mexican food induced daze, I knew the night ahead was going to be emotional. The hours passed and I resisted slumber. Finally I cuddled in my lovers arm, comfortable, yet fully unsatisfied. Sucking my thumb and resisting the urge to poop burrito on her, I finally wept. After fourteen minutes of light male balling, I blew my nose (carefully, so I would not crop dust The Fiance) and finally fell into a slumber so deep, it took 7 snoozes to finally arise.