A Feast

Why do I seem to always start my diets at the wrong time? Before thanksgiving? What was I thinking? My mother once told me that calories don't count on holidays, but how much of that can you believe?
I got questioned over the phone by someone in Utah about what my news preferences are. Where I get my news from, etc. Wrong person to ask. I think I may have singlehandedly screwed up their entire survey. In a way I felt bad, but then I went to Sonic and got a milkshake and it made me feel better. Eat a lot for me.

This Morning

I went to a friends house nearby to do some laundry because I don't have a washer and dryer in the apartment. Can we focus on that for a little while? I think the first step in becoming a real person is to own your own washer and dryer. Maybe not the first step, but one of the top ten. Back to this morning.
After finishing my laundry I realized that we didn't have any bread at home. So I stopped at the Publix to buy some white bread; the only bread suitable to make cinnamon and sugar toast. So I hop in the shower, obviously to wash myself, and let my roomate practice his cinnamon and sugar skills. F- for him. He buttered the bread, put some sugar on top and then sprinkled the cinnamon on top of that and put it in the stove. Man! I thought everyone knew how to make cinnamon and sugar! You mix it first! It is a must. And the bread is to be toasted before you butter it or it just gets all soggy. Oh well. There are worse things in the world than soggy toast. Well, maybe not.
Other than that, a pretty normal day. I will try to write less about toast in the future, but just remember that I love toast.

An introduction, if you will.

I wake up every morning the same way you do. I look like any other stranger you see on the streets. But I can't quit the toast habit. Toast for breakfast. Every morning. The best toast you could ever have is white toast topped with butter and apple jelly. The butter isn't necessary, but if you want to make your toast a work of art, yes, it is necessary.