Oh. My. God.

These people in Fresno are so incredibly, unbelievably, inconceivably, unreasonably, improbably, impossibly, hyperbole slow. I am in awe of their sloth.

It’s 7:30 pm as I write this. In a normal market, they would have finished by 5:00. In a normal market, the work they have left would take about an hour. In a normal market, I would be back in my room watching Celebrity Justice by now.

Alas, I am in Fresno. Also: alack.

I’ve made a chilling breakfast discovery: McGriddles.

Oh, they’re nasty. And good. They’re nastygood. I keep ordering one every morning for breakfast. I hate myself for doing it, I swear to myself I’m not going to do it, and then the next thing I know I’m in the drive-thru and the words just tumble out of my mouth.

Oh my God they’re nasty. I love ’em.