Friday, October 17, 2008

"Hashbrowns and dry white toast."

Such a pitiable sentence fragment, delivered in raspy tones at six in the morning to an amused server. But what a delight to receive a mound of shaved, greased, and fried potatoes, flanked by four soon-to-be-jellied triangles of simple carbohydrates. What a joy to squirt ketchup into a flower shape, and pour sugar into your seventy-five cent all-you-can-drink coffee.

What would I do without the occasional all-night work session, fueled only by momentum, and inspired not by need, but by nostalgia and the desire to find the best music the internet can provide?


Eric said...

this is funny! i know the feeling.

Adam said...

Makes me want to go back to Grinnell to do my all-nighters. they are not as fun in state school and there is no super cheap diner that opens at 6am.