the Dalaverse

I need to go get real food -- and I will even extend the definition of real food to Burger King, simply because it is cheap and it is open. why? Because I had fruit for lunch and fruit for dinner. Oh, and fruit for breakfast. Wait, let me clarify -- I had fruit and potatoes for lunch, and fruit and potatoes for dinner. You might as well just attach 'and potatoes' to anything consumed in St. Peter's, simply because they're often the only edible (and I use that definition loosely) food available. I even had fricken potatoes at breakfast. Potatoes shaped like waffles. That's just cruel.

When I get home (provided Nathan hasn't burned the campus to the ground since he was denied the housing upperclassmen ought to get) I will never complain about Great Room food again. Many different stations. Salad with a variety of dressings and toppings, and sandwich fixings, at every lunch and dinner. Paninis grilled to order at every lunch. Bread and cereal and milk and hot drinks available at all meals. Meat where you can tell what it is without having to ask, and not just because the dishes are clearly labeled. Constant pizza and reliable burgers. Eight flavors of Edy's ice cream. Friendly faces. You don't know Eden till you get kicked out into the cold, cold world.