I just woke up from this dream:
I was in Post Alley and then I really wanted a sandwich, so I started walking out and down the hill, which turned Waterman St. and after I took a left turn, it turned into a fake street that had this deli with big windows and lots of sunlight. So I went there to order my sandwich, but instead of turkey, which I am thinking a lot about lately, my sandwich was made of Pixies songs. They ran out of Hey, so I asked for another song, which I don't remember, but I'm sure it's not a real one. And between every song slice, was a layer of purple onions. But for some reason the sandwich stopped being made and I ordered cream of mushroom soup and bread. I didn't get to eat any of it.
Anyway, here is something I made over spring break with Alex, and this is his picture that I stole from his blog.
1. Hamburger patty that has onions, bacon, and garlic.
2. Cheeeese that you can't see
5. More bacon
6. Sandwich bread that we had to cut into circles because I didn't buy hamburger buns
I weighed myself and I have gained 10 pounds at RISD (even though I weighed myself right after I ate dinner) and so I have stopped wearing pants or anything with a non-elastic waist and I do not plan to ever go back since I am eating more than ever at home. The extra weight will keep me warm this winter. Now I am going to get sushi.