Halfway between the beef and queso I was like, "Perhaps somebody up there knows what they're doing. I certainly don't. Is it too late to sign up for Calvinism? I'm tired of being moody and indecisive. Why is silence so uncomfortable? She admits to knowing and continues. Interesting. If I burst into tears right now... I forgot I'm paying. No habla Spanish. Will I ever make anyone truly happy? "Truly." What a tough word. I hate it when... No, I really don't. I would be lying to say otherwise."
Halfway between the beef and queso I said, "..." Nothing. I don't really regret it. And now I'm like, "Well, I really do regret it. I would be lying to say otherwise."