This Magical Burrito

It all started one day... after the burrito. Showed itself. In the fridge. I know that that I didn't go to a resturant anytime yesterday. Or the day before that. Or the day before that. I did go to McDonald's the day before that. But not the day before that day.
Since then I think I've been going crazy! I actually thought that the name Calender Man for one of Batman's heroes was a good name! When a random guy came up to me yesterday and asked for me to tell him where the subway was (he was a tourist who didn't know too much English) and I thought he meant the resturant so when I pointed him toward the subway across the street he looked at me weird. Like I was some kind of talking burrito! I think that something is definately wrong. I don't know what to do! Am I going to turn into a burrito? Am I going to go to the asylum on the intersection of Taco St. and Enchilada St.? I have no idea. Right now you're the only one I have. My beloved journal.
Please journal. I'm broken. I'm shattered and I'm about to break into even more peices if I don't do something quick. Ah! Did you hear that? It's the burrito! Shh Shh Shh! It's coming. Be quiet! Oh no! IT'S GOT MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!