It has taken over three hundred days, but I have finally reached that moment of absolute zen.

Okay, perhaps I exaggerate... but many of my friends know that I’m off the Facebook. What they may not realize is that I also do not read the newspaper, watch television, nor do I find the Twitter useful.

So, it is safe to say, I enjoy a modest level of disconnect.

I still allow one social network to distract me, albeit a li’l less. every. day.

Snapchat.

I use it as a tool though. It’s a convenient way to keep in touch with the unavailable women I continually find myself drawn to. Phone numbers? How quaint of you.

Plus, it still largely encourages that “personal” element that has long been abandoned by the other social networks. You get glimpses of the lives of your friends, mentors, and occasional random girls.

Some of the ladies in my life are hilarious. I used to be funny, but I take something for that now.

Anyway, last night (and this morning) I discovered that I missed the Chicken Sandwich War of 2019. Entirely.

Wow.

Apparently, there was a chicken sandwich that I need in my life. Then it was gone.

Not unlike 1893. (Ahem, Pepsi)

Then it was back, but not quite the same.

Yet, I’m just happy there is more to life than fast food.