Friday night with a friend

My new best friend ...you can rely on on a dark electricity-less friday night after a meal of some kind of nameless root that should have stayed in the ground where it belonged. Once inseperable, we have now gone our seperate ways. It was an amicable break-up. I am staying away from roots, Canadian company or not.

Two slices of tasteless white bread with no spread and a drink of bottled water is the new gourmet.