I dunno, brother. All I know is Rick wants to go out for TexMex tonight with a friend that is in town. I don't feel like driving downtown in my baby, parking at his office, and having the chance of our Uber driver being all coughing and sneezing.

Probably just drive ourselves to the restaurant, and ditch the Uber; end up in a restaurant filled with coughing people eating tacos with hot-sauce, sneezing pico de gallo everywhere.

Sheeit.

I picked a bad time to have anxiety/depression.