A few days back, I wound up at my friends' place just as they returned from a trip to buy KFC. As is my wont, I drooled over their food but did not partake (well, none was offered, though I suppose I could just as easily gone to get my own), instead choosing to let my craving fester for a few days until it was all I could think about.

Come to think of it, that's a pretty good metaphor for my romantic life. But I digress.

Today, I finally gave in, and it was thoroughly unsatisfying. For one thing, I ate all three pieces of the meal, which not only left me without the wonderful prospect of leftovers to revisit later, but also gave me that greasy/overstuffed feeling that lingers all day. Even eating a healthy dinner of tofu sausages and salad (okay, and some beans) for dinner, I still feel queasy.

But worst of all, the Colonel's minion forgot my biscuit! Which figures. I should just order biscuits and mashed potatoes next time (mmm... starch), as that's what I really crave when I think of KFC. This time, I only got the mashed potatoes, and there was no way I was going to drive all the way back just to get a biscuit. In hindsight, maybe I should have, because now I'm going to crave KFC biscuits and mashed potatoes until I get them.