Mmmmm... lard

Well, that 5 hours of sleep turned into about three, though it should have only been two. Mental note: your alarm clock only works if you set it to the right 12-hour bracket of the day. AM & PM are so interchangeable when you're silly tired. But that's neither here nor there. The real point of this blog (other than making another tacky excuse for not writing about my trip yet), is that I realized how important comfort food.

After feeling certfiably frazzled and exhausted this morning, the standard Monday morning Sobe Lizzard Lightning (tres delish) wasn't doin' it for me. Enter Sportspark Cafe, my beginning-of-the-week indulgence. Today was definitely a warm food kind of a day, so I settled on a BLT with curly fries, and I tell ya, Hamlin understands the mind of the worn college student when they put Grilled Cheese & Tomato Soup on the Monday menu. Sometimes you just have to indulge yourself and go for the grease. In a sidenote, the only way in which I can ever enjoy mayonnaise is definitely in a BLT. I specifically asked for the sandwich to be without the lard, but it came anyway, and I was so desperate that I went there. And it was goooood. Next up: McVitie's Digestive Chocolate-Covered Biscuit bites! **slurp**

So I promise I'll write about my romp through the continent soon, but for now I have to go endure Tim Lenton's excessive amount of overheads in order to learn about interviewing or something in the world of British journalism... Fun times. **huuuuurl**