January 1st.

January 1st, the first date of the calendar year.
Perhaps a date to be taken advantage of, one in which we can use to reflect upon the thoughts that we still have up in the air in regards to the year past, or one that we can use to plan our futures.
With a baguette-like object in one hand, and my cellular phone in the other, I continued my trek across the city to grab a bite.
To the local McDonalds.
To others dismay (and partly my own), I have become fond of this .. brand of fast food.
Honestly, I don't know how to go on about it.
I've tried dissecting the food in an attempt to learn more about it, but I failed.
The taste of lettuce and tomato meshing together create a salad medley in my mouth, but somehow the bread just sort of clogs my throat from getting any further.
Maybe I should try again.
Start a new leaf.
After all, it is a new year.
I do promise that I won't start anything new until I finish.

The apple pies are still as appealing as ever.