Procrastination

So...I have a paper due tomorrow. And then I have a paper due the next day. I haven't yet started to write either of them. This, of course, doesn't mean I'm not ready to write them, though I'm not really ready to do that, either. I see two very long nights ahead of me...

That said, I'm naturally procrastinating so I still don't have to start writing.

I MISS CHIPOTLE! We found a replacement, it's called the mission, and it's actually pretty good. Only problem is they're not very good. Over here, rather than Mexicans manning the Chipotle as one would expect from the Mexican restaurant, the Brits have a random assortment of foreigners who are quite hard to understand. I still have yet to figure out what accent they are speaking with, but they don't even have the decency to be Spanish while preparing my "Mexican" food.

As for the food itself, it's alright. The chicken is weird and pulled, rather than diced, but is still tasty overall. They also have a sauce called "Habenaro Salsa." I'm not one to settle for anything less than the spiciest sauce on my food, so of course I decided to try it the first time we visited The Mission about two weeks ago. I didn't buy a bottle of water to prepare myself for this sauce they had labeled "Extra Hot," so I was fully unprepared for the utter misery I was about to put myself through. (They had no tap water available, and I wasn't about to pay for water, but my principles really didn't do me any favours this time). About four bites in I had to stop and rest and try to deal with the fire that was in my mouth. By the time I was halfway done I'd switched to a different strategy of trying to eat it as quickly as possible. That didn't last very long. Three quarters through my eyes were watering, my nose was running, and I was about as close to hyperventilating as I've ever been in my life because most of my energy was going towards breathing quickly enough to keep my mouth cool.

Obviously, after an experience like this, I'd learn my lesson. Not quite.

Today, for lunch, we stopped by the mission again. This time, in a fit of cunning, I insisted that we get them for take away, and then head back to our houses to eat. This way I would have access to water because, once again, I could not settle for anything less than the spiciest on my burrito. Quite proud of myself, when we returned I prepared myself a glass of water and set to work on my food. Two bites in and I had to stop and take multiple gulps. About an inch down the burrito and I was nearly finished with my first glass. All in all, I finished four+ pint sized glasses of water with my burrito, and my mouth was still burning.

The Mission: 2 Kyle: 0