My Over-Nite Sensation/ Apostrophe ‘ period

I am working at Frank Zappa levels of genius. Not 10 minutes ago, I was resigned to eating re-heated french fries and yuca, perhaps with ketchup. Fittingly on this 12th day of Christmas, I had an epiphany: leftover taco meat and cheese, melted on top of the fried starch heap. I’m gonna be a dental floss tycoon.