Attack of the Munchies

It was a dark and stormy night. The light from my computer moniter shone dully in my empty eyes.

I had been staring at a blank screen for two hours and still had no idea what to write. I could hear my dog behind me, eating away at some kibbles (the bits were removed to avoid intestinal discomfort) chewing very loudly to the point were I couldn't quite concentrate on anything.

Crunch. Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.

I started to to slowly press the keys on my keyboard, not really knowing what keys I was pressing.

I spelled out tacos.

Seven minutes later I was in my car two blocks away from taco bell my stomach growling  and my mind buzzing with images of enchilladas, burritos, and empanadas.

Then my engine died.

to be contiued...