Today, I lived the dream. I know what the dream feels like now, and it feels like food in my stomach, and then in my intestines and the rest of my digestive system. Specifically, the dream is the taste of food in my mouth that other people made for me- and not just on one occasion but I kept this going all day long!
I wish I could say I achieved this without sleeping with people in high places. My boyfriend lives on top of a hill, and he made me brunch today before class. It was a fried egg with tomato on a bed on lettuce on a futon of toasted wheaty bread, in case you were wondering. Rock on boyfriend/slave, I salute you!
Next, during work I stole someone's stale cheerios, because the beauty of working the evening reception shift is that all the real people leave the office at five. This was the most underwhelming of my meals since no one "made" it for me, since it required no making, but I thought it deserved an honourable mention.
After work I had an hour and a half to kill before my next class so I went to a cafe and got a chai latte. Thank you tight pants barista. I wasn't going to buy food, but there was a croissant staring me down so I ordered that after telling myself it wouldn't end up in my stomach for like two seconds. I assume tight pants barista didn't make the croissant but some sucker who is not me made it!
After class, I came home for my typical eleven pm Monday dinner courtesy of me from the past. I made spaghetti sauce and refrigerated the surplus. The spaghetti tasted distinctly like herbs and garlic with a hint of time travel.
Last but certainly not least, my roommates made carrot cake with cream cheese icing and all. I just finished nomming on that delicious morsel of vegetable cakeness. It was literally the icing on the cake of my day of other people feeding me. Thanks everyone, I'll remember you in my will!
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