10/11/18
Again, I am sorry to leave you for so long. My days at work lately have not allowed me the time to go get burritos, and if I can be honest with you, my Beanheads, I am worrying that the repetitive nature of this blog is making it stale like the last tortilla in the pack. The uncertainty of the future of the Grand Ave food court also makes me wary of investing my emotional labor into this blog. The world is changing, and things aren't always in our control, and that can be scary. Please just bear with me for now. If my burritos continue to be so small, then I don't see the point in continuing this journey. There were two people behind the counter today who I had never seen before. The one who made my burrito was an older guy, and he gave me the smallest portion of rice ever, and I knew right away this burrito was going to be a sad one. Tiny rice. Tiny beans. Tiny fajitas. Today was a defeat. To be honest, I'm surprised this thing weighed as much as it did. It was probably all corn. The guy who rang me up was a young guy with dyed reddish pink hair and gauged ears. The dye job must have been recent and done himself, because his forehead was stained pink. So far all the burritos I've got with all of my points have been pretty tiny beans and a pretty big let down. I've still got one left, so I need to keep some hope alive that I'll get a decent one next time. Weight: 522 grams (18.40 oz)
