All that I wanted for dinner last night was pizza. I began craving cheap delivery pizza about midway through my editing class and continued to crave it the whole way home. I'm not exactly sure why I didn't order pizza, but by the time I was ready to, I thought it would arrive too late for me to actually want to eat it, and so I made myself cheesy grits and plopped a fried egg on top. This satisfied me, as it saved me up to ten dollars, and also provided me with near-instant gratification as it is a five-minute meal.

Also yesterday, all I wanted for lunch was a sandwich involving gorgonzola and caramelized onions from the fancy sandwich chain up the street from my work. But when I got there I saw that they had a new sandwich menu which not only didn't have that sandwich, but has also replaced caramelized onions with inferior roasted onions. And so I got a salad. But lunch was made better through good conversation and also the stylings of Jack Johnson over the speakers.

I didn't eat breakfast yesterday, although I did make the decision to get my Dunkin' Donuts coffee with just cream instead of "regulah," which is how I usually get it. I don't know why I felt a need to go wild like that, but I did, and it was OK