So I'm definitely still used to sleeping in until 9 AM and then getting up and eventually having breakfast before I had to work at 1 PM (late shifts are a blessing and a curse). Well, now that I'm at my parents house I have to get up at 6 AM and throw myself together and I just don't feel like eating so early in the morning. By the time I get into town it's about 8 AM and for the most part I have no where to go. I have a friend Downtown but he's not really Mr Reliable for being around so early in the morning.
Today was a little different because I started at 11 AM so I didn't have that much time to kill. I tried to see if Mr Reliable was around and he wasn't. As far as the internet was concerned, he was dead. So I hobbled on down to find some breakfast since it was going on 8:30 AM by this point. Stopped in at a place called Wimpy's for the second time in my life, prepared with cash (since they only take cash or credit and I really only have debit...). I went with a normal breakfast: 3 eggs, 3 bacon, 3 sausage, sliced potatoes (supposed to be their unique version of home-fries) and 2 pieces of toast.
Waaaaaaaaaaaay to much food for me. Since I'd gone about 2 weeks without eating more than an apple and a banana (very good day) my stomach was probably the size of a walnut. I poked away at the sausages (ate 2 of them), picked at the bacon (may qualify as 1 piece), moved the eggs around (just broke the yolk) and enjoyed some strawberry jam on my toast (about 1/3 of the toast I had been given). If I were normal and this was me, pre breakup, I probably would have almost finished that. So I felt bad when I had to leave after about an hour and my plate looked like it hadn't been touched. On the other hand, I drank two wonderful glasses of orange juice and that was probably the highlight of my breakfast.
Next time I'll ask for birdseed...
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birdseed laugh That does sound like a good yet big breakfast. Thanks for making me hungry. Quiet stomach!
standready on Wed Jan 16, 2013 10:47 pm