If it's not Raven, it's crap...

(Source: Eastbound and Downton Abbey ) This time last week, I was in the process of succumbing to a nasty virus that put me flat on my ass and out of commission. It's been years since I've been that sick and, for a few days, I was sure that a week of recovery time was not going to be enough. Turns out, I was wrong about that part (which is good, because I can't afford to be two weeks behind on everything, both work and private). Still, up until Thursday afternoon, I felt like doo doo (to put it bluntly...and childishly).

 Last weekend, I crossed off a major item on my bucket list. I went to Taco Bell in Germany. "But Raven, shouldn't you aspire to better, healthier things that have a measurable positive impact on society?" I know that's what you're thinking, but I don't really give a crap... because you are not the boss of me.  I wanted Taco Bell, because it's probably the one thing from back at home that I crave the most. Say what you want about it (again, I don't give a crap), but get at me when you've spent years away from your homeland and are unable to acquire whatever nasty-ass comfort food is available wherever you're from. For me, my nasty-ass comfort food of choice is Taco Bell...with Sonic a close second. However, you can't even find Sonic all over the U.S. and I don't find myself craving burgers and hot dogs all the time (plus, those urges are a lot easier to satisfy than a craving for Mexican or Tex-mex).