Date: Thursday, 26 April 2012 02:55 pm (UTC)From:black_sluggard
As a French gal, I don't know what a becaon and egg sandwich There is bacon, there is egg, it goes between two halves of the english muffin. A little mayo. Nothing fancy, but there has been almost nothing to eat in the house for the past two weeks, and I'm a sucker for a nice hot breakfast that isn't sweet.
A lot of Americans put sugar in cereal, just normally it's the plainer cereals (puffed rice, corn flakes, toasted oat thingers like Cheerios). But Leanne will put sugar in it even when it's already sweet. And her coffee... *shudders*
My shout when the rat ran across the back of the stove was: "Dude, SERIOUSLY?" And then I had to laugh at that, because that reaction struck me as being funny as hell.
I like early mornings. I just prefer them from the perspective of "late nights". You know the, "I've written so much tonight— Oh, shit, is it 6 a.m. already?" O.o
And I'm clearly not awake. The lights are off in the lab, and I seriously just hallucinated that one of the guys leaning over another guy's shoulder to help him with something put a hand on his thigh. (It was the second guy's hand on the guy's own thigh.) It's seriously a bad sign if I start slashing my class mates. Especially art school Marines.
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Date: Thursday, 26 April 2012 02:55 pm (UTC)From:There is bacon, there is egg, it goes between two halves of the english muffin. A little mayo. Nothing fancy, but there has been almost nothing to eat in the house for the past two weeks, and I'm a sucker for a nice hot breakfast that isn't sweet.
A lot of Americans put sugar in cereal, just normally it's the plainer cereals (puffed rice, corn flakes, toasted oat thingers like Cheerios). But Leanne will put sugar in it even when it's already sweet. And her coffee... *shudders*
My shout when the rat ran across the back of the stove was: "Dude, SERIOUSLY?" And then I had to laugh at that, because that reaction struck me as being funny as hell.
I like early mornings. I just prefer them from the perspective of "late nights". You know the, "I've written so much tonight— Oh, shit, is it 6 a.m. already?" O.o
And I'm clearly not awake. The lights are off in the lab, and I seriously just hallucinated that one of the guys leaning over another guy's shoulder to help him with something put a hand on his thigh. (It was the second guy's hand on the guy's own thigh.) It's seriously a bad sign if I start slashing my class mates. Especially art school Marines.
(though God bless art school Marines *drools*)