I’m not having a good day. I woke up and tried to record a new song and my voice sounded like shit. I thought ykw fuck today I’m gonna treat myself to chicken wings from wings stop. Lemon pepper seasoning. My wings come and the the fuckin little dogs my room mate owners are all barking at me and it’s so loud and my ears are extremely sensitive to it so I rush back to my room and then it happened. I tripped over my lamp and my chicken wings go all over the floor. I stared at them for 10 seconds before what felt like primal instincts kicked in and said “I am going to eat these fucking wings and I’m going enjoy it”. It was well over 5 seconds but fuck it. I dusted those fuckers off 1 by one and ate them. Am I disgusted in myself? Yes. Do I regret it. Fuck no. $25 for fucking wings stop. I regret not a single fucking bite. Not one fucking bite was questioned. Literally winged it.