This is how I know I'm becoming an alcoholic:
Last week. Possibly Wednesday, or Thursday...not quite sure. My anxiety seems to warp and blut any perception of time lately. Anyways, I'm using the drive-thru at Taco Bell, and I think, "Man, I could really go for a beer with my taco." Then, in a moment of sheer brilliance - well, stupidity - I think to myself: Why don't they sell alcohol at fast food? They should really put that on the menu!! Not only did this thought birth from my twisted mind, but it stayed there for the better part of thirty seconds. For those thirty seconds, I felt like the smartest, most innovative person in the world. Then, common sense slapped me - or splashed a dirty martini - in the face. Rachel, it's a freaking DRIVE-THRU...why would they SELL ALCOHOL?! DRIVE-THRU, Rachel.
The funny, or sad, thing is...I still think it's a brilliant idea - kind of. It needs to be tweaked a little, but the twisted part of me still thinks I'm really on to something here...uh oh.
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