Ramblings of a Samurai and his Duct Tape

More than little PO'd right now

Someone threw my subway away. I was looking forward to the delicious honey oat steak and cheese tonight. The kick the jalapeños give it, the onions and green peppers. There's some strict rules regarding the fridge at work, you have to have your name and the date on your item, and it's supposed to be thrown out if its been in there for more than three days. The fridge was a mess for the first year and whatever odd months since I started, but they've been making an effort to keep it clean this last 3 months. I bought subway yesterday, and as is my custom I save half for a later day in the week. I get off early tonight, partially so I can get caught up on my NaNo after this weekend from hell, and go to the fridge to grab my leftovers for a nice lunch. Lunch being a relative term because of the hours I keep, a very late dinner for most other people.


So I'm pissed. I'm going to make some tea and channel some of this rage into having my characters kill some bandits who are about to try and rob them. Gonna leave nothing but charred corpses... or maybe leave the corpses in the bottom of the avalanche that needs to happen soon...